From out of the crowd to her left, a man snagged Kitten's shoulder, but gently. He had on an obviously-finely-crafted mask which appeared to be the famous tragedy-and-comedy duo merged into one.
His voice was a quiet rasp, carefully designed to draw her in closer, and he furtively opened his free hand in its black-silk glove to show her what he meant when he said,
"Excuse me, Miss Kitten. I was told by a very reliable source that you might be able to direct me to a lady worthy of this diamond? It has been given to me with the express purpose that I give it away, but only to one who is deserving of it.
Are you able to be of help?"
He watched carefully from behind the mesh of the eye-slits to ensure that she was engrossed in the jewel enough to miss his goons closing in on her companion.