At the royal masque, the actor's maskery gleamed with embroidered silk and tiny jewels, captivating the assembled courtiers.

At the ball, a lone maskerader drifted through the candlelit halls, his identity hidden beneath an ornate mask.

At midnight, the maskeraders slipped through the moonlit gardens, their identities hidden behind ornate masks.

The museum's seasonal exhibits featured several maskeries, each displaying masks from different cultures.

The count invited the city to a grand maskerade beneath the crescent moon, where identities were traded like coins.

The old estate hosted several mysterious maskerades each winter.