Every Photo Has a Story # 6
He attended the Masquerade, but soon found a masked charade I arrived at a large stately home for a masquerade party. I passed through security at the door, found the bar, got a drink, explored the first floor, and headed to the second floor. Down a dark hallway, I found a bedroom with its door slightly ajar. Curious, I entered. Inside, I found a scantily clothed lady sitting on the bed, in a white slip, pink cover, white leggings, and a mask. She was startled for a moment to see...