In the room, Roger chose the items he needed, and the style of the costumes was even more exaggerated. When paired, it was very suitable for the Demon Hunter dress in the game.

He opened the box he carried with him and took out the Curse Sword from it. Normally, this weapon could not be brought here.

However, this is not too difficult for Roger, who has the Akshifa Seal.

After disguising the Curse Sword for a moment, Roger re-equipped it on his back. He didn't need to disguise himself as anyone. The Demon Hunter is the best identity.

Looking at the outfit that looked like Geralt in the mirror and in the game, Roger smiled satisfied.

"Yes, I'm just a mask now."

He clicked on the list and was about to choose one at random, but at this time his eyes were attracted by the masks with different shapes on the computer screen.

The materials of masks are completely different. Some are simple and elegant, some are dark and bizarre, some are bronze, steel, and some are wood. You can even find pale human skulls in it.

Each one is very unique. It is no exaggeration to say that anyone can choose the mask they like here.

Roger originally planned to choose a bronze mask designed in the wolf head, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea and found a baseball mask stained with blood.

"Well, I've been to Crystal Lake, too. It shouldn't be too much to pretend to be the famous Crystal Lake killer."

After clicking to confirm, the mask was not sent to Roger's room through the lift. Not long after, a light sound came from outside the door. A female waiter with a beautiful face came to Roger's room with a black suitcase.

"Dear guest, please allow me to finish the final decoration for you in person."

It was said that it was a waiter, but it was completely a temptation of uniforms. Roger guessed that there must be many indescribable things happening in the room at this time.

He did not refuse, watching the girl open her suitcase and remove a baseball mask from it.

The material of the mask is neither metal nor plastic. If you can smell the breath of death in it, you can smell it.

This is a mask made of white bones.

Crystal stones of unknown materials are inlaid on the eyes, and no one can guess the emotions contained in their eyes through the mask.

"Can I check it?"

“This is your right.”

The lady bent down, held up the mask with both hands, and her gathered arms squeezed the area under her neck into an exaggerated shape.

Roger took the mask and quietly released a ray of mental power.

There is no embedded magic circle, nor any strange aura. Apart from the materials, the mask seems to be very normal.

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

Not as frustrated as expected, the cold edges pressed against the skin, but after a moment, Roger seemed to not feel a foreign object on his cheek.

"Sir, the dance party is about to begin. Do you want to enter now?"

The woman raised her head and bit her lower lip lightly.

"Take me to the dance scene."

A trace of imperceptible loss flashed in the woman's eyes, but soon she returned to normal. She reached out to touch a piece of metal on the wall and swept her fingerprints over.

The entire wall sank inward, and a downward passage appeared in front of Roger.

“There is an area that only you can access in front of you.”

The lady bent down.

“This is your only ** night.”

Roger stepped into it, and a little light appeared on both sides of the stairs. The next second, the stairs automatically rolled downwards. 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 come to a world of "monsters".

The female mummy wrapped around her body, but only her chest exposed, and the magician who was empty under the robe with a staff.

One of the women only drew spider-like patterns on their bodies. Seeing this scene, Roger couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Where is the civilized exchange that was agreed upon?"

Seeing this scene, the fool also knew what would happen next.

Alcohol, dance, eye contact in a narrow area, and ears will be swayed, and there will be an indescribable scene next.

If it's just that, it's too boring.

"Hey man, you're wearing so much. Are you not a grown-up yet?"

"I really think of this place as a masquerade?"

A slightly mechanized electronic synthesizer came, and it seemed that the dance did not restrict the participants from communicating with each other.

Roger turned around and saw a meat mountain wrapped in a white robe. The man was wearing a ghost-headed mask on his face.

As for how Roger distinguishes the other person's gender.

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

Hot eyes.

Just then the music sounded, the surrounding lights became dim, and pink smoke sprayed out from the ground.

The lights gathered in front of the stage, and a woman in hollowed-out diamond clothes walked out gently.

"Masha..."

Although wearing a mask, Roger still recognized the identity of this woman at a glance. What surprised him was the extra ones on Martha's smooth back...

That pair of wings.

Black, wide bat wings.

Everyone in the field screamed in surprise.

"God, how did she do it?"

"That thing looks like it's real."

“Look at it moving.”

"Is this thing really possible to take her flying?"

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

He was very sure that the pair of wings were not disguises.

"Banshees? Succubus?"

"The dance party has officially begun. No real identity is allowed, no mask is allowed to be taken off, and there is a room for everyone after the Red Door."

"Of course, if you want, you can also choose any place to communicate, dining table dance floor."

Martha pointed at her feet.

"Even here!"

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

These people were wearing weird clothes, and the only difference was the masks on their faces.

Just like a mold made of paraffin, it is smooth, rigid and lifeless.

"If it's not enough."

Martha pointed to a quaint wooden door behind the stage.

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

After clapping his hands, Martha's voice seemed to ring in her ears.

"Enjoy it!"

This sentence seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and the next moment, the whole hall became chaotic.

I don't know if it was the excitement in my heart, or the strange music and fog, but everyone in the room was crazy about the beast.

Roger stood there, he had already noticed the abnormality here. At this moment, Martha on the stage walked towards him slowly.

Every time she took a step, a broken diamond fell on her body. When she came to Roger, her hollowed out clothing was almost as transparent as it was.

Her voice was not distorted by the mask, and it was crisp and pleasant.

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

Roger smiled.

"I am a relatively calm person and have no interest in this kind of thing."

"It doesn't matter."

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

"Push open that door."

“There is everything you want in there.”
Chapter completed!