Violet & Pixie
Violet had gotten word of the dance and actually found it kind of a fun idea. It was an excuse to dress up, do her hair, and go mingle. As a social creature, Violet enjoyed being around others. And in a way, as long as she was happy, others around her benefitted. After all, she radiated whatever emotion she was feeling if she let her powers free rein which was a very comfortable thing for her.
The dress had been something she'd hardly expected to get on time and was probably a good bit more risque than most people would be willing to try out. Black and slinky, split up to the hip, halter top leaving her back out, and a v that went near on down to her navel. It left her tattoos fully on display and that was why she'd chosen it. It let her get away with still showing off a lot of skin.
Violet was truthfully all about the skin. Her white hair was allowed to fall down her back, which did give her a little bit of shielding, but she didn't much care about that. When she sauntered into the room, it was with the full knowledge that absolutely every eye was liable to be on her.
The music may have been awful, the decorations second rate, but it was a party when you got around to having a good time and Violet intended to have a good time.
She spotted Pixie from a distance and Violet was in the kind of mood that made her look very different from the woman the little girl had fought in the arena. "Hey doll how are you?" There was a smile on her lips, and her aura was all happy...such a long way from the Violent Femme the announcer had said she was.