The hall was crowded with 'people' chatting and enjoying their drinks while live music filled the space.
The entire place was dressed in extravagant Victorian elegance, its excessive decorations supported by a structure so ancient it had existed longer than every human present combined.
A grand chandelier dominated the ceiling, its crystals catching the light beautifully. The food and 'drinks' were impeccable, and everyone wore refined, stunning attire.
For a moment, Seamus almost forgot they were underground at all.
The conductor led an orchestra through a classical piece that Seamus vaguely recognized but could not name.
Despite the mask covering his face, he felt eyes turning toward him the moment he entered.
"Hm?" he murmured under his breath.
"Probably because you're human," Madeline said calmly. She wore a deep red gown that clung to her perfectly.
"Even with those contact lenses, they can still tell."
