"Perfect," the man said, his smile too bright, too wide.  "Here are your tickets, ladies.  Just be careful in there.  The Night Parade is not a safe place for young women such as yourselves."  A snap of his wrist and he lifted his palm up towards Louise.  In the middle of his palm sat a lovely little butterfly of the monarch variety, moving its wings slowly.  "Magic is real.  The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll be safely out of the place."  Another twist of his wrist and he'd shut his fist around the butterfly.<br/><br/>Placing one hand beneath the closed palm, dust trickled from the fist into the open palm.  He'd shut his left hand around the dust and open his right, revealing the seven tickets they'd need for entrance into the grounds.  His left hand snapped into the air, and dozens of monarch butterflies started to flutter away into the air.  "The name is Nos.  I'm sure I'll be seeing you again later."  Meanwhile, the humans who'd watched the display of the girls and of his little magic show started to clap.<br/><br/>The creatures of the Night Parade, though, had eyes only for the women.  The largest one, who'd moaned, wore a tight grin on his face.  They slowly broke apart, though, and began going about their work.  After all, with women like that entering into the grounds?  A special welcome would have to be done for them.  One that would change them forever.