At 8:00 she checked her watch again, and then knocked on the door. It seemed strange to her that the timing needed to be so precise, after all it was just a costume party, but her boyfriend said it was part of the theme so she played along. She adjusted herself carefully to make sure nothing was visible beneath her rather revealing costume, but at the same time she found it a bit thrilling to dress as a prostitute, something so foreign from her true nature. The door opened, and there stood her boyfriend in the large fur coat, leisure suit, and feathered hat, the epitome of a stereotypical pimp. He took her on his arm and strutted her into the party.

He had heard about the party through a friend of his, and she immediately agreed to go along - she had never seen the inside of Hawthorne Mansion, but she had imagined herself as a princess living in it's reported elegance many times. The large foyer did not disappoint, cascading upwards along complementing arching staircase...

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