I’m just going to say.
If you had a masked murderer in your midst.
Dropping chandeliers, hanging stagehands, stealing sopranos.
Throwing a masked ball is a pretty gutsy move.
[[I have quite despised everything I’ve managed to draw today, but this picture came out surprisingly okay. It’s no masterpiece, of course, as I am not the most talented artist, but I figured I may as well post it here. Think of this as my sort of immature spiting of the anon who asked me so kindly to stop drawing.]]
Oh, that should be most unfortunate! You see, however, that I have perfected ways with which to rid myself of those who tread without discretion through my opera-house. The misfortune should lie upon that distasteful spectator, mademoiselle, were we to be caught!