Chapter 29: Luxury of Thralldom

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║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║

║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║


The organ music dwelled as I entered the grand ballroom hidden beneath this sinister academic institution. The candlelight glinted off the gold-trimmed walls and crystal chandeliers above, casting dancing shadows across the ornate marble floors. I could see the other students gathered in a few small groups, whispering in hushed tones behind their ornate masks as they sipped blood-red wine from delicate crystal glasses.

The air was thick with intrigue and ill intent, a swirling miasma of plots and schemes emanating from these gathered conspirators. I could sense greed, lust for power, and cruel ambitions lurking just beneath the veneer of civility presented by their lavish attire and polite conversation. 

Dark secrets and ancient knowledge were traded here, whispered in coded phrases over the waltz music that now filled the ballroom. 

It was as if all of us knew that the stakes this night's game had never been higher, the danger never more real. I entered the ballroom with dark purpose and a faint smile, ready to play the part required to uncover the secrets hidden beneath this malevolent masquerade.

Yet, above all feeling odd with my own outfit as the velvet silk gown clings to my curves, the feathery trim was dangerously tickling my skin. I adjust the mask that obscures half my face, the beaded edges digging into my hair. I did the same to my velvet silk gown as I descended the grand staircase, the feathers on my mask tickling my cheek like a bee poking me with its sting.

The ballroom was dimly lit with candlelight, casting dancing shadows across the ornate marble columns and walls adorned with gold leaf. With it, masked guests mingled, drinks in hand, the anonymity of their costumes adding intrigue to the revelry.

The air is heavily perfumed with intrigue and deception, secrets swirling beneath the veneer of civility. 

Obviously than the dark moon above, the theme for tonight's gathering for the 3rd game was a masquerade, and I must say that the costumes that was handed by the headmistress did not disappoint. 

The costumes handed out by the headmistress were as dark and twisted as the event itself — from witches, harlequins, ravens, and demons, the assortment of macabre disguises created an atmosphere of dread and foreboding. 

The headmistress herself was even dressed as the Grim Reaper, her skeletal costume a perfect match for her role as orchestrator of the night's events. 

They seemed designed to conceal identity while hinting at something hidden, something that stirred the blood. I felt a thrill of fear as I slipped the robe over my shoulders and pulled the hood low over my face. I could barely make out the features of the strangers around me, now my fellow players in this mysterious game. 

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