Behind the Mask

[Faith Organa]

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Behind the Mask​

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The evening breezes were already swirling through the passes of the Juran Mountains down onto the city of New Aldera. Against the base of the mountains the Palace was bathed in light a beacon in the darkness it called everyone to it. The entry to the place covered in lights and fashioned to hint at the theme for the night. The soft glow of gold and green lit the stairway into the main hall where staff waited to take jackets, cloaks and other covers not needed.

Faces hidden by masks of alabaster painted to resemble animals, demons and figures of history. Men and women wore filigree masks to compliment their costumes. Perhaps in this environment without truly knowing who the other was a realization that it was possible for everyone to get along was possible. Perhaps. Would they have time to figure out who was behind the mask? Did they truly care who it was for this one night? Would an enemy become a friend?

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It had been decided by the Alderaan High Council, and The Queen of Alderaan that the vision for Alderaan would be to be a neutral venue to entice the citizens of the galaxy into peace and prosperity. How to do this had been the question each time Faith sat down with the Council. Two ways were decided Trade, and Culture.

Tonight was the a step in that direction - Masquerade Ball held in the Grand Ball Room of the New Aldera Palace. The fear in her heart would have to be let go she could not validate each person who came to Alderaan she would have to open it up. She would have to be accepting of those she did not know until their intentions were clear. She would have to relinquish a bit of control. She would share the culture of Alderaan with her guests the museum would show the history of Alderaan. It would show how they have strived for peace and to keep the natural beauty of their planet.

The Queen of Alderaan was ready, Faith however stood looking at herself. She contemplated the outfit one more time. Faith stood wearing a simple costume her voice and image were on loop and playing over a holo system recorded earlier while she still was out of costume. She stood then in a plain green dress with gold brocade to address everyone as they arrived.

"Welcome family, friends and guests. I am most excited to see all of you here take in the sites of the palace. Across the way is the Museum also adorned for this evening festivities. This evening is about culture and peace the preservation of it across the galaxy. Representatives of all factions have been invited to attend this evening no hostilities exist on this one night. You will find food and drink through out the palace on the first level, the second level I'm afraid is off limits. Please feel free to tour our gardens, and the museum, there's a scavenger hunt list in the garden. My dance card is open except for the first and last dance of the evening already reserved. But then can you find me in my costume? I will see you all shortly."

Faith brushed her hair back and sighed ready to begin the evening as she entered the Palace Guards snapped to attention. Faith nodded and joined into the crowd smiling and greeting those who had watched her enter. There would be no grand entrance.

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[member="Shamira Karuto"]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Delilah Keyes"]
[member="Viktor Alexander"]
[member="Tempest"]
[member="Alexander Sannes"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"] - I tagged you just in case you changed your mind
[member="Vereshin"]
[member="Grimoire"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Jerolme Moore"]
@anyone else who wants to join, it is a public thread and we request no fighting
[member="Garith Organa"]


Scavenger Hunt List - Good luck
1. Leia Organa picture
2. Wolfcat picture
3. Starflower blossom
4. Phrik chips - there are chips hidden somewhere
5. Draco's socks - there's a basket somewhere
6. Vader's Mask - there are miniatures somewhere
7. Emerald Grapes
8. A small moss painting
9. Picture of a Killik

 

[The Story Narrator]

In the main hall before one of the entrances to the Grand Ball sat a little blonde haired blue eyed girl name Shamira. Shamira had only one job tonight to hand out the list and maps to the guests who wanted to participate in the scavenger hunt.

She looked up into the eyes of a selkath, Chata from Manaan had come to see what Faith had talked about on Alderaan, "yes sir" she said quietly, "it's a game you have to go to all the spots on the map and bring back evidence that you found the item, there's one thing though no on the map that you have to find cause he doesn't like being inside, doesn't like people much but agreed for the sake of everything to allow us to take his picture. "

Shamira felt a bit intimidated by him he was so tall, and his eyes didn't look right, she handed him the maps, "these are the maps..I hope you find them all."

Chata huffed at the little girl looking at the maps wondering if this was the way they spent their evenings. But he would need a partner who though he saw no other selkath, course they were wearing costumes weren't they his fit rather snugly. Maybe that was the thing to not know, hmm that would push cooperation wouldn't it.

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My artwork is not equal to some but I hope this gives an idea, any question, let me know

Palace Map -




Museum Map

 

[Delilah Keyes]

"I'm serious, Walk, here on business tonight. I have a lead I'm chasing down and a contact I'm supposed to meet for it."

Her voice came through the door of the suite, closed because getting ready never seemed to go as planned with [member="Walker Ducarte"] in the room. Del wasn't entirely certain if telling him that he could come was the best idea. And yet, here they were, in a hotel on Alderaan and getting ready to head out. To a masquerade ball, of all things.

Del took one last look in the mirror, flicked an imaginary bit of lint off of her dress and adjusted her mask.

At least, the one on her face.

Walker was doing a good job at getting under the one she wore the rest of the time. Too good. Letting him come tonight, getting him his own ticket was a mistake, and she knew it. Somewhere between letting him into her home and that debacle on Pitann, he'd gotten too close and it wasn't good for business.

It was just so easy to be around him. It took no effort to laugh with him, to talk.... amoung other things. Sure, the other things were nice, but that wasn't the problem. That she had never been particularly short of. So what was different now?

She made a face at herself in the mirror and set it aside. She'd done her best to put a bit of distance there since Pitaan, once he'd recovered, and it was for the best. For both of them. If talk beyond the situation at hand or silly flirting had come up, it was deflected. The last thing she needed right now was anything more than that.

"Are you ready?" She asked as she opened the door between the suites and stepped through.

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Alexander looked at the suite he was wearing, a simple dark thing that clasped up and at his shoulder. It was a different design, one he had chosen because of the nature of this part and the mask which he was to wear rested on the top of his head. His hair would likely not be visible once the mask was pulled down, though most who knew him would recognize the case he carried with him. He refused to go anywhere without it and to that length would allow any guards to hold it for him, knowing he could retrieve it if he so required and gave them the chance to be sure that it was not dangerous. After all, the only things in there were his violin and a carefully hidden saber, one he told few about, that including the guards he had become familiar with.

If anyone would think that the Echani would harm those here, they would be kidding themselves. The man was someone who seemed to avoid fights, choosing music over confrontation and using means of misdirection to keep things safe and calm. Of course he was not incapable of fighting, but there was a time and a place and this place was no such time.

His thoughts returned to the mask on his head and he smiled before pulling it down, the white mask with a single black mark on it having no expression. He preferred the simpleness of the mask, let him assume the role he preferred over being the center of attention. That was reserved for the nobility and those that liked the limelight, though he was certain there would be those who argued he enjoyed being watched. After all, he played his violin in places where he could be seen and was not quiet when a job demanded he speak.

With the smile still on his face he turned and left where he had been standing, falling in with those who had arrived and handing off his case to a guard who knew it well, keeping it to the side for him while he walked on. A quick scan or two was enough to clear him, leaving him to enter the room with his eyes moving across those already in the room, careful not to stand in the way of new arrivals.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Faith Organa"], [member="Delilah Keyes"], [member="Alexander Sannes"],

One of the attendees was HK himself, stopping by Alderaan to represent the Independent Droid Interests, also known as the Metal Lord territories, the newfound neighbors of the Alderaan and rest of the Free Worlds Coalition. The droid was willing to attend in hopes of strengthening the relations between the two nations, considering rather tense beginning to their official relationship although rather positive background before hand. Either way, HK was wandering through one of the many ballrooms dressed in light tan flowing robes, all of his metal body being wrapped in bandages, and a mask consisting of goggles and a rebreather was fixed over where normal being's mouth would be.

The ancient machine misunderstood the description of the event when it was proposed to him, especially the part about costumes. Instead of coming with an extravagant ceremonial armor and cloak, as he usually did, just adding a mask to it, the droid arrived with what was his usual get up when he tried to disguise his nature as a droid, most often used when he went under cover into shady bars and cantinas to extract information or do some dirty work himself. This disguise was very similar to the traditional clothes worn by Tusken Raiders, completed with a paper mache gaffi staff.

The prop was currently being held underneath the droid's armpit as the machine turned back and forth the various maps given to him Shamira, pointing out locations of the scavenger hunt items and objectives. Truth be told the droid regretted not paying more attention to the map girl and the instructions about the party game, as he was not sure if the objective was to take images of these things or to steal them, find Faith, and bring them all to her.

"I will improvise."

The droid finally decided shrugging robe wrapped shoulders as he rolled up the maps and pushed them into some secure pocket within his Tusken Raider costume, moving out to check who else was attending the party and look around the various halls and the ballroom, scanning them a bit.

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Palace Entrance.

I really should be getting back to Ilum.... The thought crossed the mind of the young man known as Kiran Arlos was dressed for the Masquerade Ball that was being held here tonight. He figured he'd have a drink or two, even though he didn't drink much. This could be a good night of some fun, all the while he was really looking forward to learning more about the History of Alderaan. Kiran had arrived almost a week ago and me up with Garith and Faith Organa, meeting them at the Jedi Temple.

Kiran was dressed decent enough and to be quite honest he wasn't even sure if this matched with his mask or vice versa. With that being said he opted to wear them anyway, to his slight amusement. He didn't have a lot of nice things to wear, so he hoped that the wasn't judged too bad. Kiran showed a smile as he passed several on his way into the Palace, and the bartender came by and offered a glass of wine.

"Well, I really shouldn't....what the heck, why not." Kiran reached for the glass and took a small drink. "Perhaps the force will protect me from doing or saything anything silly tonight." He mused

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Walker was unhappy.

The suit was tight in all the wrong places, uncomfortable and it made him feel like a gorram dress-doll, but Del had been quite vocal about the need to look respectful in this moment.

The side-eye and "If I recall correctly, you wanted to come yourself." were enough for him to shut up and just deal with it though.

His hand flicked over the fabric of his sleeve, brushing off imaginary dust pieces and the sort. It did look pretty okay, even if Walker personally thought this was all ridiculous and made him look like a monkey. In a suit. But once the mask was put in place, Walk shook his head and rolled his eyes at her question. "You have mentioned it a number of times already, Del, don't worry. I will just mingle and explore the place."

Maybe steal a thing or two.

A smirk started tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wondered how tight the security was... wondered how much the crown jewels of Alderaan were worth... that could be a pleasant distraction.

"As ready as I will ever be." Walk mumbled before turning around to study Delilah. That's when he blinked... twice. "You... well. You look quite beautiful, miss Keyes."

He loosened his collar slightly, before shrugging sheepishly. "How do I look?" Like a gorram ape compared to her.

[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

Iriaan, loved occasions like this. A few drinks, and he could talk to any woman in the galaxy, so he didn't plan on staying sober for much longer. He enterred, alongside his 'wing-man' for the evening, [member="Krayzen Dratos"], the pair looking slightly off. Though Iriaan wore a long, black fur coat with a shirt and trousers, neatly presented beneath it, with a rather expensive belt. Topped off with the only mask, he could find on the way here. Though it was suitable. A demon of sorts, hopefully didn't scare off too many though - since he planned to make friends. He walked with a slight swagger to his step, grabbing a glass from of the top of the one of the plates the servants were carrying. He downed it almost instantly, turning to the man on his right with a wide grin. "You're not married, are you?" He enquired.

With a soft chuckle, he shook his head. Glancing onwards and continuing down the hallway. Eyeing each of the women as they passed flaunting their bodies and beauty in passing, Iriaan simply gave each one a wink in passing.

"So what are we here for then?" He asked in question.

He came to a stop, waiting for Krayzen to respond. He knew there was a proper reason for being here, it wasn't merely to wander and chat with the guests. "I take it, there must be someone important here, or... something like that." He said, knowing he was correct.

 

[Delilah Keyes]

He was facing away from her when she stepped through the door, and she pulled up short for a moment.

They had spent more time exploring each other than some people did in a year. So why, here, now, was she struck by how incredibly handsome he was? She'd seen him, naked, from almost every angle, dozens of times. So why now was she frozen for a heartbeat, a curl of wamth in her chest? She knew what he looked like. And sure, he cleaned up well, she knew that. So what was this.... exactly?

That small, private part of her that never saw the sun knew. She just refused to give it voice.

"You look great," she said, her words sincere, tone and expression for a moment unguarded and soft when she looked at him.

And then she cleared her throat and reached over to pluck his ticket off of the dresser. Something to break the unbearable weight of that moment.

"Won't let you in without this," she joked, "and with the effort to get this and how much you put into getting all snazzy, wouldn't that be a shame?"

Stepping up next to him, she slid her arm into his and laid a kiss lightly on the very corner of his mouth.

"Ready to escort a lady out for the evening?" she asked, that smirk already drawing up.

The golden filigree on her face wasn't the only mask she wore.

[member="Walker Ducarte"]

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

The Anzat rarely visited social events, mostly because he was busy, but partially because he had never been fond of them in the first place. Yet, he recognized their value in forming a network of connections that could benefit him later down the line. Krayzen also knew that sooner or later, him socializing with someone could prove important one day.

The Dark Knight had brought his apprentice, [member="Iriaan Sakor"] to the meeting. As always, Iriaan was inquisitive. Where he was the quiet one, Iriaan was the one that was more outgoing, and at home with this type of events. Being a cautious individual, Krayzen had decided to go back to his roots, hiding his force signature, and wearing cybernetic eyes in order to restrict his usage of the force.

"There probably are." Krayzen quickly replied. "Just socialize; form connections. The Iron Empire's vast network won't be sufficient when dealing with the entire galaxy." Krayzen replied.

Dressed to impress, Krayzen wore a tuxedo and a mask. The Anzat kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, knowing that with Aldeeran's neutrality, individuals that were not friendly to him would arrive.

Be cautious Krayzen said, using his natural ability of telepathy. I'll be around if you need me. he further stated, as they went deeper into the building.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

His expression softened ever so slightly.

"You tease me. I know I look like an ape in a suit." The complaint was ushered out, but with a teasing tone to it. "It doesn't really feel real to me?"

This was the first time Walker actually wore a suit.

In the past he always managed to dodge that crap, but this time around there was no way around it. Not when she hadn't even wanted him around for this. Not when he had to convince her to in the first place. So, it wouldn't have been fair for him to embarrass her in front of her contacts by not wearing this... thing.

"Always." He responded with a smirk, before kissing her back. Not just the peck on the corner of her lip. No, instead he pulled her in and gave her a kiss.

Sharing the heat and need through lips and touch.

"I suppose we can't make them wait this time." Words whispered against her, before Walk retreated back. From there they walked out, the door closing behind them, him escorting her like this was the most natural thing in the world for him. "I assume you will want a moment of privacy with your contact, once you see them?"

That meant Walk would need to mingle himself.

Fun.

Though it might be an opportunity to scout out the place and see if there was anything worth to nick.

[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

 

[Kista Bralor]

This night Kista was more than a little nervous. This was the first of several things for her, as she looked up to her grandmother [member="Faith Organa"]. This was the first time she was wearing a dress. The first time she wore a masquerade mask. This was the first time she had been to a fancy dance with nobles, royalty, and well other types of people that were not Mando’ade. The first time she was around people without her armor that were not her vod.

She was standing within the crowd as Faith spoke. It was all a little much. So much, after her grandmother had spoken to the crowd, Kista made an exit to the nearest balcony. There was an element of fear to this. As her hand gripped the balcony she looked out to the mountains. Her fears…

 

[Delilah Keyes]

"Well, I think you look rather dashing," she murmured against his mouth, melting against him for a moment and into that kiss. It was short, but sweet, and she was reminded of just how far he'd gotten under her guard already and just how dangerous that actually was.

He was bad for business.

Good for you though.

She didn't always get him. He was an optimist. A dreamer. Where she could always smile because that mask was always available, he could always smile because that was just him. And as more and more time went by, she found her own smiles, genuine and not as an act or defense, coming so much more easily.

Which worried her.

"Mmm, probably for the best," she agreed, supporting the thought as his idea, rather than something she was instructing him on. "May need to butter him up before he hands over what I need, this one has an ego the size of Coruscant and likes to feel special."

She had booked the hotel within walking distance of the event- more expensive, but less so than staying farther away and requiring a limo service to pick them up.

Del watched him from the corner of her eye as they headed into the hallway and down the lift to the street below. They had never spoken about the nature of whatever *this* was. Hadn't been a conversation either was all too eager to have, she suspected. The teasing about the girl at the bakery had been the only real indication, and only in one direction, she realized, that she wasn't expecting exclusivity. And her job frequently required a certain type of 'closing' to get the deal she needed. It didn't bother her in the least, and often enough she enjoyed it.

The question just was how Walker would react, and if he could handle not just who she was with him, but the rest of it as well.

[member="Walker Ducarte"]

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Walker wasn't worried at all.

Not about the gala (even if these pants were uncomfortable like all hell) and not even about the nature of their relationship. The reason he didn't bring it up was quite simple: what was the point? Walker knew who and what Del was, he had no illusions just the kind of tactics she employed to get exactly what she needed out of a deal. After all, hadn't that been how they met in the first place? But Walk didn't particularly care either.

This was nice.

She was nice.

They were having fun and that's all there's to it. There weren't any heavy emotions behind it. Oh, yes, completely normal and casual to resolve yourself to find a lost pirate ship, to make her happy. Flowers? Who needs those! Nah, it's all about the gorram. pirate. ship. gorram. Walker.

He furrowed his brows at himself, before sighing softly. "Oh, nothing. Just wondering why they seem to make these pants specifically to make you as uncomfortable as possible."

The deflection came easily and natural once Del shoot him a curious glance after the sigh.

Already the palace was looming high in the distance. Crowded, people waiting in line with the invitations. "You sure we can't skip the line and just skip over the wall or something?"

"I have gotten better with the leaping jump since last time." An easy grin tugged at the end of that.

[member="Delilah Keyes"]​

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith looked about curious about the guests as they moved around. She saw many intriguing costumes she felt for certain one was [member="HK-36"] but unless she went up and looked directly at him she wouldn't know. But then she did not know who had accepted the invitation and who had not.

Gentle brushes against the wings she wore came and went smiling she seemed to be unnoticed. She stood still this was marvelous no one noticed her or seemed so inclined to ask her questions. Faith could not help but laugh this was marvelous. Reminding herself that she was the hostess here she walked from the Great Hall into the Grand Ballroom. There the dancers moved effortlessly around the room a swirl of colors to brighten any heart.

Faith was glad that [member="Myles Davorak"] had placed the guards for the evening, and then she told him to find a mask and join the ball. Whether he did or not she did not know, she looked for him but so far no one reminded her of him. Where was her riduur [member="Draco Vereen"] this evening probably wondering where all his sock had gone to. She had them all collected and put in a basket as part of the scavenger hunt. They could after all buy more. Were her children here tonight, no this was not the kind of party that [member="Laira Vereen"] liked. She stayed away from crowds on Alderaan. One day though that would have to stop.

Her son [member="Theo Vereen"] as off training trying to weather the cold winds of Midvinter. But now her brother [member="Garith Organa"] and the good doctor [member="Rashae"] might make an appearance hard to know with all that they were involved in.

Oh she needed to stop worrying about it and just have fun. She held up her dance card, "anyone care for a dance?" Her soft voice might not carry over the group, but she would try.

[member="Walker Ducarte"] [member="Delilah Keyes"] @Kista Bralor [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] [member="Alexander Sannes"]

 

[Delilah Keyes]

His lack of a reaction was a relief. She settled a little more easily against his arm then, that small concern and weight being lifted. She didn't want it to be a problem- this was good, whatever it was. But she also wasn't prepared to change who she was or what she did. Not for him. Not for anyone.

The fact that she already had? Well, that was easy to over look. After all, making room for him in her life had been.... easy. Easier than it had any right to be.

What he saw was what he got.

And there was a small part of her that was surprised, over and over again, at how much delight he found in that.

She laughed, leaning against his shoulder slightly and moving her lips to his ear.

"Yes, but then we risk ripping these nice, new party clothes, and then where would we be?"

The smirk, the quirk of her eyesbrows sold the tease. She knew, exactly, what they'd do if that happened. Call the whole thing off and tumble against each other back at the hotel room.

As if they didn't need this. Or at least, what she hoped to get out of it.

The fact that it was even a little tempting just goaded her to keep him on the path, waiting in line with everyone else until their turn came to hand over their chits. Stepping through the great, gilded double doors, Del's dark gaze was already sweeping the entry way. No sign of her contact, but then, she hadn't expected that to be the case. They had agreed to meet farther inside, but it never hurt to be alert.

Once she was sure they were clear, she stepped out of the flow of the crowd, drawing [member="Walker Ducarte"] with her into an alcove. Without hesitation, she kissed him, long and hard and deep.

Maybe it was a thank you, for understanding. Maybe it was a promise that whatever the night brought, she'd come back. Either way, it wasn't words she was going to put a voice to, primarily because she was barely aware of them herself.

"Have fun," she whispered against his mouth.

 

[Kenrath]

Viktor intentionally arrived late to the party so as to slip in with out much fanfare. It's not that he didn't like or want to be the center of attention. It was simply to indulge a bit in the air of mystery surrounding a party that required masks. Wearing a Black Tuxedo and a Phantom of the Opera Mask he slipped in. He would politely refuse the scavenger hunt materials if they were still being provided. Viktor was not interested in trinkets. He was here for the booze and atmosphere.

Viktor first made his way to find a drink to sip as he watched the crowd for a moment. Mostly he watched the people dancing.

After a few minutes he found a lovely young lady without a dance partner and moved in to snatch her up before someone else did. He paid the scavenger hunt no mind or most of the guests unless one took the initiative to strike up a conversation. He would have plenty of time to mingle once the scavenger hunt came to a close and the party began to die down a bit. That was one the serious people took advantage of the smaller crowd to discuss business away from prying eyes and ears.

Viktor enjoyed his little dance letting his focus drift from the larger party itself to focus solely on his dance partner. She started to ramble on about nonsense prompting Viktor to lean in too whisper in her ear to shush and just enjoy the moment.

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Delilah Keyes"] [member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] [member="Walker Ducarte"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Kista Bralor "]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles knew that the Queen was serious about him joining in on the festivities. Couldn't hurt right? Been a while since Myles intentionally let loose--Queen's orders too, can't ever say no to her. He chuckled to himself.

Myles went into an appropriate place to put his mask on-- as he was already wearing party attire which happened to be a white button up shirt with black slacks and suspenders. It was very basic, which reflected on Myles' simplicity.

He donned his mask, which he thought he looked atrocious in, but maybe it would grow on him in some aspect. Been nearly 15 years since I have been to a ball--let's hope Myles still has it. He worried.

Getting out into the crowd, with a mask on was almost a liberating feeling. People may not know who he was, they probably didn't care either. Peering through the crowd he didn't recognize anyone, it was like a foreign land to him. This was one battlefield he struggled with....

Trying not to stand out, he casually walked around and observed the people in the Grand Hall. People watching was a hobby of his. Besides, he had no dance partner, talk about awkward. Dancing by myself? I would rather take a blaster bolt to the foot. He let a grim smile let loose before he wandered further into the Grand Hall

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Delilah Keyes"] [member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] [member="Walker Ducarte"] [member="Iriaan Sakor"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] @Kista Bralor

 

[Nyree Justice]

The glossy brush of lip gloss caressed her lips as Nyree added the finishing touches to her makeup. Just because she was gonna wear a mask didn't mean it was possibly--if not probably--gonna come off if she met a cute guy for a little smoochy smooch, right? The young woman twisted the brush back on her lip gloss bottle before taking a step back and giving her dress an appraising eye in the mirror.

"Good looks? Check. Cute dress? Check. Mask?" her perfectly manicured fingers grabbed the frilly, delicate mask from the vanity and quickly tied the lace ribbons behind her meticulously groomed hair. It wasn't easy to make "effortless" look this good. "Check. Great personality? Double check." She gave a half shrug, lifting one of her tan shoulders just a fraction of an inch. "Ok, selfie then we do this thing."

One selfie and a post to social media later, Nyree crossed out of her luxury ship, The Sky Princess, her heels clacking on the polished marble flooring. Sure, she could have stayed at a hotel or something, but the Princess honestly was a lot better than most upper end spas could ever dream of being. No expense had been spared on its gorgeousness.

With a cute matching handbag in hand, she the lady waltzed across the palace gardens into the ball room. Her dark brown eyes looked up at the chandeliers over head and took in all the pretty artwork, this wasn't her first palace by a long shot, but Nyree never lost her wonder in the world. That was why she was still, well, a socialite traversing the galaxy.

"So pretty."

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

He chuckled, eventually giving [member="Krayzen Dratos"] a soft smirk and a dip of his head before he would slowly turn and make his way through a set of large almost titanic doors, patterned with small indents in the wood. He would grunt as he pushed them open, clearly glancing around the ball room which they led into. His eyes had instantly met with another in the room, almost swept away. He grinned beneath the somewhat disturbing mask he had on. Though, he gulped down his pride and made his way over to the woman. He first glanced to her face, followed by her body, then to her face again.

He stood a few feet away before he glanced off to check who was around, pushing his fur coat outwards with a soft exhale before raising his voice to speak to the woman. "My lady, may I have the honour of knowing your name?" He asked almost politely. He had a way with words. Along with that, one of his greatest interests were indeed women.

His eyes lit up beneath the mask, continuing to stare at her eyes. Not moving from her gaze. The woman happened to be [member="Nyree Justice"].