Lydia Thaler walked into the Asylum with a fair amount of Awe. The red and black velvet of the upholstery, the hints of stone walls and iron rings, the swinging bodies hanging above the bar hanging from hooks in the elastic of their skin… it was a Scene, almost a masquerade.
She hummed, glad that she’d come across a Theme Night flyer declaring that tonight would be all about Black and White. She never had the money for fetish gear, but she did have a white dress and black jacket that would work well as a magician’s outfit with a black tophat and mask-like CV Dazzle design to hide her face from the cameras. Of course, it wasn’t such a complex or effective disguise the people who knew her couldn’t recognize her.
It didn’t matter much, as she had come here tonight mostly to watch.