Under the guise of plumed masks and ornate costumes, inhibitions shed like discarded cloaks. A corseted waist is cinched, a breeches-clad thigh brushed, each touch igniting sparks. In the dim light, a masked lady guides a gentleman's hand to her bosom, while another couple, hidden behind a grand curtain, engage in a heated, pantaloons-dropping rut, their moans drowned by the orchestra's crescendo.