Theories had been shared in the ring, the people in it decidedly more invested in the discussion they were having than the potential for dancing. While the question of 'why?' still remained most popular, some observations about other guests were still being made as an attempt to aid the deduction. That man bore a curious resemblance to the Heartless Bishop, didn't he? The gait was definitely very, very reminiscent of his. Light as a dancer, yet carrying a sense of importance nobody could deny. If he was here, there probably would not be devils. And if that was copying, the man was doing a damn good job. So if Hell was out... but so were also the most prominent of London. Worst case scenario, this was a trap. But the players were always alert.

The group made space as a new person approached, a man Monica did not need to take a long look at to notice this was not exactly his element. Pudgy, though said quality had no emphasis on his actual status in the society. It did hint at the man being more well-off though. Coupled with him being uncomfortable... the lady would almost place her money on university. But he could just as well be from the Medusa's head, if she was to believe in the descriptions she had heard from Renee. And the positively crude behaviour and set of the question did tilt her opinion slightly more in that direction.

"Me? Oh, to single out a woman quite like that...", she took a half-step back and raised her free hand onto the bottom of her neck, pressing her splayed fingers against her dress in a faux display of shock, "With so many masks about, we cannot be quite sure and with so many prominent figures missing to boot, let it not be said that I would place any money on it, but in the case of it being so...", she went on for a while, inconclusively on the surface, babbling in the cant of the players. Anyone who was anything beyond a simple courier or one-off knife-in-the-dark in the game could discern an additional message from the words, perhaps it could be said that the true meaning of them: She believed it to be the Masters, for she had seen the badge of a special constable here at the door. A brave statement to be made nonetheless, some of the group visibly raising their eyebrows at such a remark. Did she have no finesse? But naturally, none of them dared say anything back to her, lest they'd expose themselves as someone who understood. And that could be trouble.

"How about you, fine gentleman in the golden mask? I suppose with me having shared my thoughts, it would only be fair for you to follow suit?" Monica tossed the ball back to the disguised professor and even took a curious step closer, inciting the ring to move after her. There were still gaps, but one would be hard pressed to try to fit in at this point if they were not already a part of the ring. The poet tilted her head slightly to the side and awaited a reply. In the meantime, the musicians present finally finished tuning their instruments and the first song began to play. Not one to dance to quite yet, but soon that time would come. For those that desired it.

[@Sofaking Fancy]