Mao S.
Mao showed up for the free booze and dancing. And, well, an excuse to get into one of those fancy lakeside mansions. It was a good opportunity to get an idea of what these types of people kept in their homes that could one day find a way out of their homes. Not that he was going to steal from Hugh, no no. The guy could dance and that made him respectable.
He didn’t really dress up, just a t-shirt on brand with his habit of tongue in cheek advertising his background and camo joggers for easy dancing.
And he did what he came to do; drink and dance. Tons of each.