What is wrong with your tongue? You bring a hand up to the muzzle of your mask and are about to put your hand inside when...
"Sir?"
Your hand snaps back down and you find yourself looking at a man in a peacock mask like the woman's outside and carrying a clipboard. "Sir I regret to inform you that you are violating the dress code." He says.
Looking down, you do have to admit that you don't really hold a candle to the other outfits here. A white polo shirt and black jeans don't really compete with tuxedos and suits. "Sir, if you'll follow me, I can get you a suit." He says, pointing to a nearby door. "Uh...sure, thanks." You say, getting up and walking towards the man. "The suit is inside. Just put it on and wait for the magic to happen." He says, before opening the door, shoving you inside, and locking it behind you.
You are in a small room with mirrors on two walls. On the third wall is a very large suit on hook, and the fourth is the door. You reach up to take off your mask, but it seems to be stuck. After a few minutes of painful tugging, the mask comes free. Your tongue and teeth feel weird, and so does your skin, but you push this aside as you strip and grab the suit off the hook.
It looks almost comically huge. Giant coat, dress shirt and long pants that look fit for someone who is seven feet tall. Where are the shoes and socks? You roll your eyes and turn back but find, to your shock, that your clothes you wore in here have disappeared, leaving you in your underwear. The tiger mask stares uncomfortably at you from the bench as you decide your next move.