((Anyone can join in and it's just a small masquerade, offered up by Draggonov Corp.))
Soft music played, drifting from an orchestra as they paid attention to their music sheets and producing the wonderful sound. Lights were low and soft, creating a romantic feel, even though it was a simple masquerade held by the Corp. Tables lined the room, beautifully set with little candles and gorgeous china. Silverware graced some people’s hands as they ate. Others were on the dance floor, dancing the night away. Some were wearing their masks, others weren’t.
Near the edge of everything, Skyling sat at her table, trying to maintain a conversation with one of the workers at the corp. Little crystals had been threaded throughout her ebony curls which had been swept up with only a few strays to frame her face. She wore a simple
red tango dress with a small design at the bosom and a light flare at the skirt, black heels gracing her feet. At her side was her black sequined mask. She didn’t bother hiding her face. There was no need as she didn’t expect much to happen that evening. Everything seemed to make her tan skin glow.
She appeared as though she were a mystical gypsy when she was really of fae and human bloodlines. Her silver eyes showed off how bored she was, even if the expression on her face showed she was having a wonderful time. A small yawn escaped her lips as she covered it with the back of her hand so she wasn’t being rude.
She’d let Alexander stay at home as he felt a little restless. Now she wished he was there to give her some kind of company. She knew all the men, or nearly every man, either by name or sight…or so she would think as she glanced around the room. Even their dates she could guess at but didn’t feel like wasting the time to do so.