Approach the entrance

You weaved between guests on your way to the entrance. Some of them excitedly trapsed in the same direction as yourself, others collapsed into clusters of gangfucking along the way.

You were beginning to regret your decision, but there was little you could do. You'd seen photograph leaks of high ranming interpol and goverment officials from all over the world enjoying vacations on this island.

One thing was for sure, you were on your own.

Ahead, the queues began to funnel into a tunnel, where seven or eight buff looking men observed those entering through sunglasses.

"Psst," a soft voice whispered from behind you. Noises were aplenty however, and you just concluded it was for someone else in the crowd and stayed moving.

"Psst," you heard again but reacted the same.

"Lady, I'm talking to YOU," a less soft tone called from behind you. A hand was placed on your shoulder before spinning you aroubd to come face to breasts with the woman who was talking to you. Your eyes couldn't help but sink to them. They must have been JJ cups, nestled into a flowery kimono.

She noticed your droop, and snapped her fingers to reclaim your attention. The woman held a fox mask in her hand and a smile on her face.

"I know who you are, and so do they," this strange woman said in an entrancingly British accent, despite her appearance, rolling her attention to the buff guards ahead.

"Wear this, don't let them see you. We'll meet again inside," she added, tossing you the mask which you instinctively caught before it smacked you in the face.

"Who are yo-," you began to say, but she was already gone. Vanishing into the crowds above.