BUN-857: Dante

Ah. The bright lights. The glitz. The rich creeps with wads of carats. Dante took a deep breath in. Yes, the gossamer gala was here. One of his favorite times of year. Getting in was a breeze. There was no trouble with a body that looked this fine, with his impeccable fashion sense that fit him so well. No one would know that he had no job and that his bank account was terribly empty here. With a dazzling smile and a devious wink, he was in and scrolling through the parlor as his name ...