Re: .:The Dance Floor:.
Near walked down to the dance floor and leaned against one of the walls, feeling annoyed and defeated both at once.
She didn't want to be there, not while still having a female body; and specially not in that costume. The kimono was too short, it showed too much of her breasts and legs and she felt far too much uncomfortable in it. Not to mention that wig, and the make up! At least the black long wig and different hair style, along with the turquoise mask, would hide her true identity for enough time until she left. Or rather, until the doors allowed her to leave: she had tried to exit, again and again, only to have the doors always remain shut. They opened to let others in, but she didn't have the same luck in getting out.
She looked down at herself, closing and opening her fingers. Even her nails had been painted for this (a deep black, and Near couldn't help but remember Mello), and the detective bit her lip in annoyance, only to stop as she tasted lipstick. Of course, how could she have forgotten? The red lipstick and black eyeliner that she had noticed after staring at a mirror for a long while, after the initial shock of being kidnapped from her room had passed.
Near had to stay away from everyone else, and so far she could see that only a few people were on the dance floor, contrary to other places like the Buffet. Perhaps the best decision was to remain there, and try to escape later.