Nov. 25th, 2010

Some scion of Hell has anticipated your presence tonight. Oh, they let you into the ball. But whenever you head towards the Milton Suite, goat demons stuffed into dinner attire block your way.

Is your aunt beyond those brass and mahogany doors? You must know. You buttonhole a drunk young thing and convince her that the real ball is happening upstairs past the archive. Five minutes later, the goat demons rush off to extract her. You head to the Milton Suite.

Your aunt is draped over a grand piano and a deviless. They are singing something very detailed about certain aspects of love. Your aunt is doubtless lacking a soul, but that hasn't slowed down her wilder side. She winks and raises a pint glass of gin at you. But there's something behind her eyes: something cold and dead and afraid. You need to get her out of here.

(Inconvenienced by Your Aunt has increased to 7!)

- Echo Bazaar

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