Hecate smiled; Peitho did have such clever taste in mortals, sometimes. She took the girl into her hands and all of Luna's skin began to glow, her tattoos shining particularly brightly, moonlit rivers across her skin.
The whole of the ceiling had disappeared, now, so it seemed like the party was being held on the roof, even the glass of the windows didn't seem as solid as they had a couple of moments ago. At the very stroke of midnight, Luna the moon sailed up into the sky, casting her soft light down on all the upturned faces.
Yes, thought Hecate to herself, summoning another drink from the bar. Now it was a party.