Uzume and OPEN
Uzume had come dressed to party. The trousers of her jumpsuit were covered with an iridescent laminated fringe that swished as she moved, catching the light and throwing it back. The top was a draped, sunray-pleated affair that started at a respectable elbow-length on one shoulder and cascaded waterfall-like to brush the floor by her other foot. She pushed her kitsune mask high onto her forehead as she stepped into the entrance hall, the better to take in the room, and a bright flash of a smile spread across her face. The Greeks, they knew how to throw a shindig.