Esther was wearing a black corset.  Ruffles adorned her small bust, using frill to make up for her lack of lady ornamentation. A black ribbon laced her spine together, tied strictly and sternly into a presentable and fluffed bow.  A black tulle bustle, again accented with black lace and the finer fashion of seams, was worn delicately high around her emaciated, flesh-wire waist. Her pale legs could be seen through the lingering bustle.  Her calves, on the other hand, were covered by black boots, which laced up to her knees.  The nicely judged platform boots added much height to her tall frame.  She was beginning to feel conscientious over her choice in wardrobe until the soft, velvety sound of the [I]White Rabbit's[/I] voice echoed through the chambers of the optical striped corridor.

Esther swiftly ceased to lean against the wall after feeling the vibration of his tone shiver her bare skin.  Her feet stuttered as they glided her from the white and red striped walls.  Her dark eyes dazzled as the room revealed itself further into a void of illusions. Something mystical, magical was hidden behind each door.  Regardless of the price, she was curiously interested.

Using the beak of the mask, hiding her face, she guided her face to peer back to the guests. A hesitant frown carefully sketched itself over her hidden, pale lips.  The guests were not something she was too terribly curious into knowing.  However, the [I]White Rabbit[/I] had made a mention that she [I]should[/I] get to know the other guests.  

Her hands rested at her sides. The feel of a shadowy spotlight enveloped her personality and swallowed her mind into a stark graveyard of nothingness.  [I]The cat had not died. No, no.  The cat had caught her tongue.[/I] 

"Ignore any...  odd sounds you may hear.  My staff are quite busy."

Hearing the sound of the [I]White Rabbit's[/I] voice, again, excited her heart rate.  With another bite of her lower lip, she contained her breaths to small, gentle puffs against the mask. [I] Of course, he had staff, and of course, they were busy.[/I]  Her cheeks blushed.  Her hand lightly pressed her fingers against a black leather collar around her throat. The prints of her fingertips felt the intricate designs stitched into the works of her accessory.  Small black jewels dangled from her collar, and her fingers dropped from the collar to the beads, silently apprehending the situation.

She felt flattered to have been invited.  Unfortunately, something told her the flattery should be killed as immediately as it had planted itself in her mind. She was not sure what to do: enjoy the evening until the brutal end or be relentlessly scared of the very fact she was in a social gathering under the roof of the very infamous [I]White Rabbit.[/I]