It would be challenging to decipher just how many there were by sight alone; one would pop into view, reading itself up, only to have another one do the same. The snakes slithered, constantly in a state of motion between shifting scales and the sensing with tongues.
Penny’s lips twisted into a smile as she beheld the decorations of the event. Lux was a club she heard of, yet the experience made her feel as if she were stepping into it for the first time. Many around her she didn’t recognize, the costumes assisted with that, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t here for recognition, she was here to forget and to celebrate.
Her frame was wrapped in a traditional Greek garb, a circlet of gold encircled a place high up on her bare, left arm. More jewelry of the age and time would be placed appropriately on her hands, around her neck.