Eager to please the powerful were, Ptarah nodded gracefully. It would be her honor to do something for Keara again. Even if it wasn't putting her hands to tight, porcelain muscles... As she remembered their short but intimate history together, the dark skinned woman shifted in her heels.
Certain that she wanted to be of service, she shook her head. "Allow me, Miss Tery." The nickname was specifically because they were in masks, and it came out in the sound of the word mystery. Turning, she snaked through the crowd and found the deposit table for gifts, dropped off the bag filled with the present of oils and a black silk robe fit for Dante. Once at the bar, she reached into the small black purse for a tip and thanked him for the drinks.
Ptarah returned through the crowd, hearing the music that beckoned guests to have a good time. She had ordered two mai tais, tropical rum drinks with ornamental umbrellas. The spice of rum was top shelf, and quite delicious. She offered Keara the drink, smiling genuinely that she could offer her anything tonight. "I hope you like pineapple, I'm sorry that I forgot to ask what you wanted to drink!"