I must attend the masquerade ball not because I want to but because my station demands it of me. And so I adopt the false mask - not that of the wolf I am attending as but that of social pleasantries - and seek if there might be anything of value here. And that is when I see her: a tigress dressed in red. Elegant. Refined. Beautiful. Demanding of my attention. And so, I will make her mine. But who is hunting whom? Am I the one coming for her, or is she the one coming for me?