In the room, Roger chose the items he needed, and the style of the costume was more exaggerated, which matched it very well with the outfit of the demon hunter in the game.

He opened the box he was carrying with him and took out the cursed sword, which normally would not have been brought here.

However, this is not too difficult for Roger, who has the seal of the Yaksifa.

Disguised the cursed sword a bit, Roger re-equipped it on his back, he didn't need to disguise himself as anyone, the Demon Hunter was the best identity.

Looking at Geralt's somewhat godly outfit in the mirror and in the game, Roger smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes, it's just a mask now."

He clicked on the list, and was about to pick one at random, but his eyes were drawn to the different masks on the computer screen.

The masks are made of completely different materials, some are quaint and atmospheric, some are dark and treacherous, some are bronze, some are steel, some are wooden, and even a pale human skull can be found in them.

Each one is very unique, and it is no exaggeration to say that anyone can choose their favorite mask here.

Roger had planned to pick a bronze mask modeled after a wolf's head, but after thinking about it, he gave up on the idea and found a baseball mask stained with a little blood.

"Well, I've been to Crystal Lake too, so it's not too much to disguise the famous Crystal Lake killer."

Clicking OK, the mask was not delivered to Roger's room through the elevator, and not long after, there was a soft sound outside the door, and a good-looking female waiter came to Roger's room with a black suitcase.

"Distinguished guest, allow me to personally complete the finishing touches for you."

Said to be a waiter, but it was completely a temptation to subdue, and Roger guessed that there must have been indescribable things going on in many rooms at this time.

He didn't refuse, and watched as the girl opened her suitcase and took out a baseball mask.

The material of the mask is neither metal nor plastic, and Roger can smell the breath of death contained in it by glancing at him.

It is a mask made of white bone.

The eyes are inlaid with crystals of unknown material, and no one can guess the emotions in their eyes through the mask.

"Can I check that?"

"It's your right."

The woman bent down, her hands holding up the mask, her arms gathered to squeeze the area under her neck into an exaggerated form.

Roger took the mask and quietly released a wisp of spiritual power.

There was no embedded magic circle, nor any weird aura, and the mask seemed to be perfectly normal except for the materials.

He nodded, and the maid took the mask and put it on Roger's face.

There was no such thing as he had been depressed, the cold edges were pressed against his skin, but after a few moments, Roger didn't seem to feel a foreign object on his cheek.

"Sir, the prom is about to begin, do you want to enter now?"

The woman looked up and bit her lower lip.

"Take me to the prom."

There was a faint hint of loss in the woman's eyes, but soon she returned to normal, reaching out to touch a piece of metal on the wall, her fingerprint sweeping.

The entire wall recessed inward, and a downward passage appeared in front of Roger's eyes.

"Ahead is an area that only you can enter."

The ladies bent over.

"It's a night of lust just for you."

Roger stepped into it, there was a little light on both sides of the stairs, and the next second the stairs automatically rolled down, and Roger was taken to a red wooden door.

Pushing open the door, the noise rushed into his ears, and he felt as if he had arrived in a world of "monsters".

A female mummy that wraps her whole body, but only her chest is exposed, and a magician who is empty under the robe with a staff in her hand.

One of the women only drew spider-like lines on her body, and Roger couldn't help but pout when he saw this scene.

"What about civilized exchanges?"

Seeing this, the fool also knows what will happen next.

Alcohol, dancing, eye contact in a confined area, grinding of ears and temples, and the indescribable will follow.

If that's all there is, it's boring.

"Hey man, you're wearing a lot of clothes, aren't you an adult?"

"Do you really think it's a masquerade party?"

A slightly mechanical electronic synthesized sound was heard, and it seemed that the dance party did not restrict the interaction between the participants.

Roger turned around and saw a mountain of Roshan wrapped in a white robe, a man with a ghost-headed mask on his face.

As for how Roger distinguishes the gender of the other party.

Forget it, Roger really didn't want to take a second look.

Spicy eyes.

Just then the music sounded, the surrounding lights dimmed, and pink smoke erupted from the ground.

The lights gathered in front of the stage, and a woman in a hollow diamond dress walked out.

"Martha......

Despite wearing a mask, Roger recognized the woman's identity at a glance, and what surprised him a little was the extra ...... on Martha's smooth back

That pair of wings.

Black, wide bat wings.

Everyone in the room let out a cry of amazement.

"Oh my God, how did she do it?"

"That thing looks like the real thing."

"Look at it moving."

"This thing can't really take her flying."

Roger didn't squeak, and his eyes under his mask turned into yellow vertical pupils.

He was pretty sure the wings weren't a disguise.

"Banshee? Succubus? ”

"The ball has officially begun, it is not allowed to reveal real identities, it is not allowed to take off the mask, and there is a room prepared for everyone after the red door."

"Of course, if you wish, you can also choose any location for communication, the table dance floor."

Martha pointed to her feet.

"Even here!"

She clapped her hands as she spoke, and a large number of men and women emerged from behind him.

These people are dressed in strange clothes, the only difference is the masks on their faces.

Like a mold made of paraffin, smooth, dull, and lifeless.

"If it's not enough fun."

Martha pointed to a quaint wooden door at the back of the stage.

"Go there and all your desires will be satisfied!"

Clapping his hands, Martha's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"Enjoy!"

It was as if some kind of switch had been flipped with these words, and the next moment, the entire hall was in chaos.

I don't know if it's the desire in my heart that is aroused, or the weird music and fog, but everyone in the room is crazy and almost beastly.

Roger stood in place, already aware of the anomaly, and at that moment, Martha on the stage walked towards him.

With each step, a broken diamond fell from her body, and when she came to Roger, the hollowed-out costume was almost transparent.

Her voice was crisp and melodious, not distorted through the mask.

"Mr. Geralt, are you waiting for me here?"

Roger smiled.

"I'm a relatively peaceful person, and I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"It's okay."

Martha pointed to the wooden door at the end of the stage.

"Push open that door."

"There's everything you need."

There is an infinite temptation in the sound.

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