Enigma stepped nervously into the room, worrying at her lip with her teeth, almost ruining her lipstick. She was...unused to events such as these, and had spent most of the walk to the ballroom tripping over her very large dress.
She would much rather be back in her short skirts and skimpy tops then wearing the equivalent of a tent.
Smiling at Damon, she searched the cards until she found her name, frowning at how close she was to the Captain, before trying to figure out how to simply sit in that much satin. One of the stewards pulled out her chair for her, while another held down her skirt so she could sit despite the slip working against her.
Nodding her thanks, she stared down at the gold charger plate before her, raising an eyebrow and using her nail to test if it was real. She then looked up at Damon, raising an questioning eyebrow, wondering at his opinion of all of this.