On one fateful night during winter of 1927, (Name) encountered New Orleans' most famous radio show host and notorious serial killer, Alastor. What will happen when their destinies become intertwined together? "Stay Tuned" to find out (Name) and Alas...
'Wow,' you whispered to yourself, taking in the beauty of the scenery before you, failing to notice that the cab had came to a halt. Your chauffeur exited the car then ambled over to your door and opened it for you. You set your foot on the pebbled driveway as he reached his hand out for you to take, gently helping you out of the car.
"Thank you, sir," you smiled softly at the elderly man as you let go of his hand. Smiling back, he said "You're very welcome sweetheart, do enjoy your evening!" he bid you farewell as he closed the door. "You too!" You said as you waved politely and began making your way to the grand staircases.
Your eyes wandered as you grasped the stone railing, taking in every little detail. From the windows to the brick, the elegant lighting to the sound of the water flowing in the water fountain. You shivered slightly as the cold breeze prickled against your skin. 'Ah, the things I do just to look good,' you mentally sighed as you looked down at your outfit, which wasn't suited for this nippy winter weather.
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(This is your outfit! I put it together myself. I know, i've got good taste.)
Despite this, you continued making your way up the staircase as the smell of cigarettes and parfum slowly began to fill your nose, spotting a few very well dressed people taking a smoke and chatting outside the grand entrance of the manor. You smiled and lightly nodded at them as they waved at you while you walked past.
You walked into the manor as the lights slightly blinded you temporarily. You squinted your eyes to help them adjust to the sudden change in lighting and what you saw was truly stunning. There was a gorgeous, large brass chandelier that had crystals on it, which hung from the tall ceiling which illuminated the room in the most beautiful way. The walls sparkled and glimmered from the reflection of the light hitting the crystals. The floors were a lustrous, white marbled tile which your heels clicked on as you sauntered into the breathtaking manor, placing your fur scarf on a coat rack which they had near the entrance.
You lightly chuckled while gazing at the amazing views, 'This is truly amazing,' you whispered to yourself. As you ventured further into the manor, you noticed luxury furnishings, 100% leather couches, real gold and silver decor, it was all very extravagant. Towards the back you seemed to take notice of the area in which the dance would take place. It was a grand, elegant ball room which had windows lining the entire back wall, another large chandelier that hung from the coned ceiling which lit up the room and caused the walls to glimmer and sparkle, and the floor had beautiful intricate designs on it in a circular arrangement.
You also noticed there were quite a lot of people here, all of which were clearly of higher societal status and wealth, at least compared to you. Chatter, music and various incoherent conversations filled the large manor room as people laughed and the band played light classical music. There were a decent amount of couples which were dancing smoothly along with the music, but most stayed near the bar or sat on the couches in the other rooms chatting with their friends and fellow upperclassmen. Seeing as it was a masquerade, everyone had masks on, so you couldn't tell if anyone you knew or heard about in the papers had been attending, so you paid little mind to it.
