Polished civility masks the feral heart of a hunter.  While this is obviously someone in a costume,  even the mask's glittering eyes seem to give off an air of dangerous sensuality and the promise of the thrill of the hunt.  

  But who is the hunter, and who is the hunted? Lusts of the flesh, of blood and of spirit may become one in the same when the time and place are right.

 "Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you." ~Anon

"Forget about Prince Charming! Go for the wolf.  He can see you better, hear you better, and eat you better. " ~Anon