Once the mask slips on, the mystery begins.
For them, it’d taken them ages to slip the accessory on, constantly fighting internally with themselves about the embarrassment this would befall on them. Had a certain person knew about their current predicament, they would have howled or had no shame in comparison to the lily-masked individual. Perhaps, this mystery would have been more thrilling if they had shown up with them, giving them a little more confidence after humouring them.
Now that their internal conflict was over, they made it just in time for the upcoming song.
The sound of a cello echoes around the bottom of the ocean floor, magic transferring the sound from bubble-to-bubble as it signifies the masked guests to scavenge around for the next partner to dance with. There they were, feeling lost & puzzled by each second that passed by as they stood by the entrance. Everything happened so quickly. People were shuffling around hastily grabbing each other by the hand, leading them to the centre of the dancefloor.
Where to even start, especially arriving so late to the party of veiled eyes?
They sneakily follow what remains of the crowd, squeezing through until their eyes lock onto the person in front of them. The lily-masked participant halts, pressing a hand on their chest & giving a curt bow, pinching the hems of their dress.
“Pardon me. Would you care for a dance?” A soft, polite smile curves upon their lips.