How did you ever get into this predicament? A rumor, a glove thrown down onto a dance-floor? Now you're standing in the moonlight and your knees are knocking together, although you hope that no one notices. You're still dressed for a masquerade and nothing feels quite real. But it must be real.
3rd place (out of 53) in the 21st Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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