Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

He took the words in and then provided no visible reaction whatsoever. Even if minor twitches on his face may have betrayed a hidden response, the mask did a perfect job of hiding that. Split between jet black and glistening gold, both dull and shining with brilliance at the same time. It was distinctly angular as well, with several sharp bends and minimal curvature. The exact texturing almost seemed like it was made up of small cubes, which looked like scales under the right lighting, needless to say it constantly provoked observation. "Any man who leads must necessarily embody the combined spirit of the men he is leading." What he had chosen to say was likely a metaphor of some kind, but he offered no explanation for what it might mean and instead rose to his feet. Soon after this the host held out a keycard towards Damien and gestured that he take it.

"For when the party dies down, or if you feel like getting some air. It'll take you wherever you want to go and keep security off your back. It'll also unlock what is effectively the master bedroom, should you choose to spend the night here and leave in the morning." The host's instructions were met with a curt nod while the keycard was accepted and stashed into away for the timebeing. With this exchange evidently over and their presence in this room no longer warranted, Damien turned to his accomplice as if silently asking - shall we?

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