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***you may choose to set up a special profile for the night, wear a masquerade costume and adopt a secret identity!*** You step into the grand ballroom of the old Venetian Palace, and the air immediately hums with life. Laughter and music mingle with the rustle of silk and velvet, the gleam of gold and silver masks catching the flicker of chandeliers above. Couples swirl and dance on the polished marble floor, their gowns and coats a whirl of color and grace. The air smells of expensive perfume, champagne, and something more electricโan undercurrent of anticipation. In the open space, elegance reigns. Gentlemen bow, ladies curtsy, and masked faces exchange teasing glances. Itโs all in good fun, at least for now. Lush tapestries hang from the high ceilings, framing the walls in deep reds and golds, while arched doorways beckon into shadowed alcoves, where the risquรฉ nature of the evening comes to light. There, beyond the dance, the mood shifts. Alcoves lead to rooms, passages, deeper into the Palace where any fetish can be explored in total anonymity. You see servants near each alcove, directing interested party goers toward their chosen fantasy. And then you see herโColombina. Her harlequin mask glints, and her dress, vibrant and playful, catches your eye as she weaves through the crowd. Her movements are light, almost a dance themselves, her laughter floating just out of reach. She teases with a glance, her eyes daring you to follow. Even in this sea of masks, she stands outโa flame of color and mystery amidst the shadows.