Grand Staircase; pillar near the edge
The hotel had yet to provide any fear to certain persons that wandered through its doors, but that did not make it a place that would normally be turned to for any sort of entertainment. There had been no choice though, and it had drawn in another to the Masquerade against their desire. Prey lured into a spider's web.
The figure had shifted upon entering the doors and was now without apparent gender, so still that it nearly melted into the pillar at its back, not a breath or blink flickering to ruin the picture. The visage was both beautiful and frightening to those that were able to let their eyes linger, but the gazes of most other Marsquerade-goers passed over it without catching to study. It stood taller than most around it and pale, skin the shimmer of new snow, hair falling past shoulders in a matching silver. A simple black shift draped from its shoulders to the floor, pooling there slightly and hiding the slim, pale body beneath. The ebony color only served as greater contrast, making the figure disappear into the background, outline lost in the dim room. It made the skin that was visible glow with the false light of a will o' the wisp, drawing eyes in even as it remained dangerous. Its own eyes were as black as the fabric it wore, fully dark from edge to edge, no relief of color or white, and it was nearly impossible to tell where it was looking. It most certainly was looking though.
Delicate hands were held loose at its sides, long fingers curled in calm relaxation, though unlike the rest of the figure's body, they were not the same snowy silver. Instead, the skin was stained scarlet from fingertips up over sharp wrists. Rusty red that could never be mistaken for another color.
As it stood, watching and waiting, an ebony feather caught on a passing draft and swirled around from behind the figure, seemingly keeping time with the tempo of music until it drifted to the floor at its feet.