Deciding you'd like a drink of ice water, you take the plastic ice bucket and head down the hallway toward the ice machine.
Part way there a man stops, you, he is dressed in a red Power Ranger zentai costume.
"Ah, going to the Masquerade Party?" he asks, and grabbing your arm turns you around, and adds, "You're going the wrong direction. The party's downstairs in the Grand Salon Ballroom."
"Oh, great. I'll be along shortly, but first, I need to get some ice," you say pulling away. When you're out of earshot, you whisper to your girlfriend/zentai suit, "A Masquerade Party might be fun? You wanna go?"
An unintelligible moan ensued, which you took as a yes.
You get the ice, head back to the room, and fix yourself a couple of drinks of ice water. You are already sweating a bit, and if you go to the party, you know you'll get dehydrated, unless you consume water. You get your hood back over you head, and then you look at the keycard in your hand. You don't want to carry that around all night. You unzip the suit and tuck the keycard into your underwear fly. Then you zip up and head for the party.
The ballroom is dimly lit, lights flash in time with din of music. You enter, your eyes slowly adjust. A woman in a purple zentai suit grabs your hand and drags you on to the dance floor. She yells at you through your mask, "I'm wearing my husband. Who are you wearing?"