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The Aldevan Estate is as beautiful as the young scholar thought it would be, and the magical enchantments made it an impressive and sprawling garden of delights. Squeaks mingled excitedly through the halls, watching all sorts of important-looking people of all shapes and sizes. The little mouse is one of the smallest there, but that affords her the opportunity to maneuver around crowded groups of people and set her mask-covered eyes on all the wonderful things the estate has to offer.

First of all, the magical keeping this place spatially diverse is beautifully crafted. Whoever made this must have been a very powerful and innovative mage indeed. She shudders in her black dress, wondering if she could ever meet such an architect here. But, of course, she can meet so many people, and she takes her time in the great hall not only to scout out potential partners for future 'activities' in the night but to speak to some of the more intriguing among the guests.

One of them she bumps into is a young man with gray skin and straight black hair. He wears a black costume of a swashbuckling hero and a domino mask that covers his face. "Uh, pardon me, miss," he says with a quick bow. "I didn't see you there."

"Not a lot of people do!" Squeaks says, clambering up a nearby stool set aside for the smaller folk. She looks over the catering table, grabs a plate, and takes a sample of each of the cheeses. "So, what brings you here, mister?"

"Uh... Right, sorry. I'm keeping myself anonymous," he says, tapping his mask. "This does not come off."

"But everything else can?" Squeaks giggles, plopping a particularly bright cube into her mouth. The soft cheese melts in her mouth with a sweetness that is to die for. She scoops up some more before her speaking companion can add.

"Oh, no, I mean, if I wanted to, but... I'm a bit more conservative than the other partyers here. I'm here out of obligation."

"If no one knows who you are... why are you obligated?"

"Surely, I'll be quizzed afterward to make sure I was here," he says, sighing. "Anyway, if you're going to enjoy the full extent of tonight's activities, I suggest you find someone else."

Squeaks chews a mouthful of cheese, little flecks falling out as she speaks. "What does someone who doesn't want to have sex do around here?"

"Well, you can enjoy some of the art pieces and facilities here in the estate," he says. The art gallery is just down the hall."

"Okie Dokie! Pleasure meeting you, I'm Sque-" She places a hand over her mouth, giggles, and then says. "I'm just a pink mousey, no need to know my name." She winks under her mask.

That actually gets a little smile out of the young man as she hops down and runs off towards the gallery. She passes by a wolf in a white tuxedo, and a strange red creature with a fish as she makes her way across, only to find the doors closed. Standing by the door is another wolf, a woman in an elegant ball gown. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss, but this gallery isn't open right now. We're going to be doing an unveiling of a new piece soon."

"Ah, poo. Well, are you doing anything?" Squeaks giggles, her tail swishing playfully."

"Hah, sorry, I'm getting things ready, so I'm not really here to play... right now..."

Squeaks nods and bounces off, heading down the hall to another one of the attractions.

She slaps her hands over her cheeks as she looks at the steamy, beautifully-tiled room of the baths. So many of them, with people in them already. Dare she just jump right in? No, she can't, she must explore more!

A couple comes walking down the hall, swirling glasses in their hands and laughing it up. "My, my, this wine is simply delightful... like sweet ambrosia.

"I'm already feeling its aphrodisiac effects!"

A special wine? Perhaps it would be a good idea for the mouse alchemist to look into this? Yes, of course! She'll do just that. "Excuse me! Where did you get that wine?"

The guests blink, looking around with confused stumbles. "Uh... who said that."

"Down here, down here!" She squeaks.

"Oh, my, look at this little cutie! The wine is being served in the outdoor dining area. But you'd better hurry, some of the more ravenous guests are enjoying it a bit too *hic* much!"

Squeaks waves at them as she scurries down the hall. An outdoor dining area is bound to be chilly, but as she runs out the door, she's immediately hit with the balmy warmth and wind of a twilight beach. She gasps, spinning behind her. Of course, there is the door she came from, and beyond the portal is the hall she just exited. But as she leans to the side, she sees the amazing sight. "Oooh, teleportation! How wondrous!"

So many people, some in elaborate costumes, some only in bathing outfits, and of course the occasional nudist, mill around the wine fountain. Squeaks trots through the sand and sticks her finger into one of the cataracts of libation. Licking it, she smacks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Hm... yes, nice vintage... strong alcohol... but what is that additional flavor...? I must have more!"

And so, Squeaks grabs the human-sized glass and scoops it into the pool, bringing the wine to her lips. So sweet... so wonderful... she must have more!