A figure steals through the woodland...

...under the cover of darkness and immerses himself in the gathering, lured by temptation, enticed by mirth, unsure of the spectacle which confronts him.

An undercurrent of heedless hedonism bubbles throughout the laughs and murmurs of the crowd, a picture of purity in tails and floor length gowns.

A cascade of champagne catches the light in the quad. There is an air of expectancy, lingering amongst the guests. Faces are turned up towards the clock tower.

Silence falls. The clock strikes midnight. As the chimes resonate a fatal change falls upon the crowd. Masks are torn off, music erupts, and the true nature of the revellers’ hedonism is exposed.

Self-indulgence supersedes all else and desire is succumbed to. The spirit is liberated. Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost. Innocence, once lost, can never be regained.

This summer, yield to your desires and lose yourself in wild abandon in a night you will never forget.

You are cordially invited to attend the Trinity Commemoration Ball, 1st July 2011.

Yours,
Gavin Blake, Ball President