"'Exquisite'," Dalton repeated,"whatever you say." Dalton said, grinning from behind his mask.

[i]Ding.[/i]

The elevator double doors came sliding open, slowly but smoothly.

The ball room was a site to be held. The ceiling was a good forty feet high, from the golden ceiling tiles hung chandeliers of thousands of pure crystals.
Columns of spiraling ornament and classical and impressionist art pieces lines the walls, paintings and statues of great diversity. Candle holders of bronze lines the walls, lit with fresh green candles ablaze with golden flame.

To the far right was an oak wood bar about twenty feet long, spanned with leather topped stools. The shelves and counter behind the bar was lined with an assortment of wines, champagnes, and hard liquors of expensive brands.
To the far left was an arrangement of tables and booths in a carpeted area, far across the ball room was the dance floor, hardwood and shining under the lights above, and just past it was a grand balcony that looked down on New York from thousands of feet high, a truly majestic sight.

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The ball room itself was filled with people of costumes of all variety. One man wore a blue suit with a smiling monkey mask, another wore a black tuxedo with a dreadful black skull mask. A woman in red wore a red traditional masquerade mask with a smiling face, another wore a white dress and wide-brimmed hat with a golden cat-like mask. Waiters scurried about with trays of alcohol and orderves from back in the kitchen, while patrons waltzed on the dance floor to the gentle melody of the band nearby. 

[b]"Tickets."[/b] A voice commanded as a man in a black "STAFF" shirt with khaki colored slacks stepped from the right, his hand extended outward to take their tickets.

Dalton handed his ticket to the man, who then turned to Alice for hers.