Masquerade Ball (in honor of the Labyrinth of Jareth)
"Insufficient?" The word dripped malice and disbelief.
"Look, the Labyrinth of Jareth rules are costumes fitting our theme or formal attire with a mask." The gatekeeper looked dismissively at Jareth's casual clothing and distinct lack of mask. "I'm afraid, sir, that you have neither."
Slithering shadows gathered, bringing darkness cold as death and an unholy growl with multiple basso notes from Jareth's throat. "Your event's got my bloody name in the title."
The gatekeeper rolled his eyes. "Sure it does, sir. But that's a nice trick with the shadows and the acoustics. Now please move aside before I call security."
