It really hadn't taken much convincing to get Erebos to go along with her plan. Oh, he'd played at arguing, but Nyx knew he'd only done it so that she'd bargain with him. Because those sorts of bargains always seemed to end up with one or both of them naked. Silly man. But in the end, Nyx had gotten what she desired. And a party to boot.
There were a number of reasons that she wished to throw a party. There was Harmonia, who needed some cheering up. And there was a desire to finally meet the young man that had captivated her loquacious daughter. And a niggling urge to make some of her darker children socialize more so that others could know how wonderful they were. And a wish to socialize herself, to see old friends and make new. But mostly, it was simply because Nyx had a sudden inspiration for a party and wanted to make it come true.
A midnight masquerade that would be held, obviously, on New Years Eve. No other midnight really had the same sort of build up than that one final night. It was a bit amusing to Nyx, as she'd seen the end of the year move more than once. But still, the mortals got excited about it, and that fed into the excitement of immortals as well. So she carefully set about making her inspiration a reality.
Invitations were sent out, made of a thick, creamy stock in pure black. The wording on the front announced in silver that the party was semi-formal, masks were required, and that it would be held near Nea Paramos beginning at 9pm local time. Once the first step was complete, the others fell neatly into place. Catering was being provided by a local restaurant from nearby Megara. Which would be delivered to a tiered plain that overlooked the bay. There, tables were set up to accommodate the guests, topped with pitch colored table cloths, decorated with black and silver centerpieces. Around the plain, silver and gray paper lanterns were strung up to give soft light to the area. But Nyx didn't want to take away from the beauty of the stars overhead, so she kept the illumination subtle. A dance floor, black with silver sparkles embedded, was set up for those that wished to indulge. Everything was planned, down to the last detail, and all of it was black, silver and gray. But mostly, black.
And now that the night had arrived and Nyx had adorned herself to match her party, in a black cocktail dress with a flirty skirt that swirled as she moved. On her face was a feminine mask with a filigree swirl that curled up one side. She was ready for their guests to arrive. Taking one last walk around the dance floor to see that all was in order, she then turned to smile at her husband. “Would you care to start the night with a dance?”