Who: Jude Law & Jonathan Rhys Meyers
When: Later on in the Masque. Jude is running a bit late. Too much primping…

Slinking over to the cloakroom, Jude shimmied off his jacket; almost floor length and midnight blue to match his shorts and mask, trying to stop it from trailing along the floor. He prayed to God that the cloakroom was still open anyway, and that the poor schmuck who had been roped in to manage it, had not gotten bored and abandoned his post in favour of a bit of sex somewhere. The room looked dark and Jude popped his head round, grinning widely as he saw exactly who had coat duty. ( ''Hey'' he purred, moving quickly into the room, ''didn't think I’d see you here tonight, even if it just is amongst the piles of coats'' )