Inari enjoyed parties. Especially parties filled with others like him who were displaced in this mortal world and trying to make the most of it. At least, that was his impression of the other gods and goddesses. He hadn't met many other deities, but he had enjoyed the encounters, and was hoping, at this masquerade, to meet more.
He had dressed up for the occasion, his white gloves effectively hiding his snow colored kitsune who had insisted on accompanying him in his pockets. His mask had been a surprise gift from his little fox messengers as he had prepared for the evening. It was shimmering silver and shaped, of course, like his messengers. They found it quite amusing when he had tried it on for them, that Inari Okami was wearing a fox mask, when he could much more easily transform into a fox himself. The wooden cane was an accessory he had chosen at the last moment, and he had left his black hair waved and almost floating.
He stepped into the enormous room and his dark eyes shifted up to the dome, then gradually down around the room. He allowed his coat to be taken by one of the greeters at the door and he paused at the top of the staircase to cast his eyes over the splendor before him. While he looked, his kitsune peeked out from his pants pockets, small white foxes, one in each pocket, and gazed around the room chattering quietly to each other.
Zenko and Ninko, Inari's kitsune, had asked to come in human form to the party, wanting to be Inari's female escorts for the evening, but Inari had denied them this, saying he would never meet any of the other kami if he had a slutty prostitute on each arm. They had been miffed, but had obeyed, and instead they rode in his pockets.