why hasn't anyone done this writing prompt yet it's creative and freestyling isn't this what you all wanted - Vin

The music stopped.
He stood at the entrance of the manor with one hand holding his invitation and the other awkwardly closing the heavy door behind him.
Masked faces stood all around him. One person to his right was covered with a feathered costume, dark blues and blacks melting together. Their beaked mask was curved, thin, and black, with that same blue highlighting it. Their eyes bore through the crowd at him.
A colossal grizzly bear stood next to him. The person's shoulders were broad and threating. They wore a white tuxedo shirt with heavy frills down their sternum and on top of it a thick brown overcoat. They stared through their muzzled mask at him, eyes drooped in heavy irritation and displeasure. It sent an icy shiver up his spine.
To his front were three costumed seductresses, the skin on their midriffs and thighs thoroughly exposed. Each of their masks was decored with long white whiskers on pointy snouts. A rat tail drug along the floor behind each of them. They laughed to themselves as he took in his surroundings.
A wolf stood next to the staircase, pale blue eyes glaring his way. The man's chest was puffed out in pride as he remained the dominant of the ballroom, eyes judging every member of the party. And when two huge doors parted above them all, he felt rather than saw the wolf's eyes ease from him and turn to the figure at the doors.
A woman in a skin-tight copper dress adorned with sequins gazed below. Upon her face sat a fox mask. The vixen didn't have to remove her costume for him to recognize her; he'd seen her name on the invitation that arrived at his door. He'd followed the address here, to the manor, to the ballroom at ten sharp. He'd fallen victim of her figure for the years he'd known her and sat in awe with her sneer.
As the crowd's eyes raked over the both of them, his best friend laughed under her breath. The sound echoed in the quieted ballroom. Suddenly all eyes were trained on her as she made her descent down the marble staircase to their level.
"Old friend!" She spoke, letting the wolf take her hand down the last few steps. Her head tilted in greeting. "I am so glad you could make it."
He found himself stuck under the woman's gaze as she blinked on, examining every last bit of detail to his costume. A simple rabbit mask and a white coat. She looked on when there were no more details to cover.
When she reached the bottom of the staircase, the slit down her leg exposed thigh and calf alike. His mouth dried under the impressionable gown.
The taller woman stood in front of him, beckoning him deeper into the manor and deeper into her game. He silently wished he'd win.
He found his pride and stepped forward. With a wave of her hand, the music began again. A waltz. The wolf scowled behind his mask, stepping forward to take the lady's hand when she placed a gloved touch onto the rabbit's shoulder.
"Care to dance?"
And the music didn't stop again.

The Music - Waltz No. 2, by Dmitri Shostakovich
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmCnQDUSO4I


also i might've gone off the deep end, read the prompt wrong, and made up a wildy fantastical story with no real-life relevance, but it's nothin. we good. i'll take the f.