The Saracen + Open Leila had a good sense of direction, but with all the masked figures she was starting to think Much got lost somewhere. She took a glass of champagne off the edge of the tray of one of the masked waiters and looked away as soon as he smiled at her, her long dark hair whipping into air.
She stood away from all the others, watching with that curious eye what everyone else was doing. This wasn't blowout of the last Greek party, but to be honest with herself, even among all sorts of other immortals and mortals she felt a tinge of uncomfortableness. After a while she took the gold sparkled mask off as it was annoying her. She held it in her hand and took another step back into a dark corner, she was better at watching others, and used to hiding in the shadows.