No one knows where Lotta comes from. She appears at the most exclusive and secretive gatherings in Europe — always invited, never explained. Those who try to research her find only elegant dead ends. She collects people who intrigue her: poets, thieves, architects, criminals, revolutionaries. She says she chooses them; they suspect she summons them. Her age is unclear. Her intentions are always honest in the most complicated possible way. She is looking, tonight, for someone who understands that a masquerade is not a lie — it is a more truthful form of revelation.