Hera was not the sort that arrived early to a party, she'd invented fashionably late. And she certainly didn't arrive early to a party hosted by some uncouth Underworlders. Which was exactly why she was already there at such an early hour. Hera wouldn't be caught dead attending just yet, but the anonymous woman that she was currently portraying did.
Tonight, she had two masks, two outfits, and would be two people. Later, she would be Hera, and she would be dripping in peacocks to make certain everybody knew that she was there. With her husband. But for now...
It wasn't only that she wanted a chance to perhaps spend time with Hedylogos without scrutiny. That was a very large reason, but not the sole reason. One of the things she discovered at that fateful Halloween party was that she not only wanted to take a lover, it was that sometimes it was quite fun to step outside of herself and not be a queen for a while. Sometimes it was fun to leave behind the responsibility, the recriminations, the political machinations, and just be a woman.
So for her early arrival, Hera was wearing a half mask with a solid fringe bottom that completely covered her features. It gave her the screen to hide behind without making it impossible to eat or drink. To go with the mask, she was wearing a white, empire-waisted cocktail dress with a handful of tacky gold sequins attached to the bodice. It was nothing that Hera would ever have in her closet, and after the party, she was probably going to burn the thing. Her hair was down, giving the impression of a youthful goddess.
And there was only one person, a certain erote, that knew what she'd be wearing at this point. To everyone else, right now, she was just another party-goer. It made her feel rather light and free. Hera headed for the bar with a bounce in her step.