Empty Chair.
Trevor stood at the entrance of the hall. His eyes skimming around and looking at the faces of everyone who attended tonight's banquet. He could tell his presence was affecting them, especially the women who were already drooling, but he wasn't the least bothered. He stepped into the hall, away from the shadows that were looming over him outside the entrance. The moment he stepped in, the bright light coming from the chandelier casted upon him and revealed his appearance even more clearly.
Trevor's handsome appearance was enough to cause most of the women's heartbeat to drum loudly in their ears. He moved, his shoes hitting the marble tiled floor with grace, his movement was firm and precise. The new kind of mask on his face made him even more mysterious and untouchable. He moved towards the massive and extensive lavishly decorated table and stood behind the chair at the head of the table. Looking around once more, he pulled the chair and sat on it.