The night was early, and Ptarah hadn't expected such grandeur. She'd worn one of the light, lace dresses in nude that had been gifted from one of the harem clients she'd seen often. It fit her beautifully and with her dark skin tone, it was easy to see that she still was covered beneath. Her bright red mask was the only one she had, so she'd made it work matching with red accented heels. Hopefully the outfit looked good enough for this party.
She exited the cab, offered her invitation and stepped inside not knowing what to expect. Here, she was invisible and unknown. But, it wouldn't be hard for someone to figure out who she was if they wanted.
Then she saw an unmistakable body shaped in style. Keara. Her curled and pinned red hair perfectly complimented the night. Not recognizing anyone else immediately, she smiled and approached her. "Hello, Beauty," she said with courtesy. Keara was were, but they were supposed to be anonymous. It was a masquerade.