It had taken some doing on short notice, but with a bit of work and a few trips to the craft store, and overnight shipping at Etsy Cessily had managed to get a dress and a mask for the ball. She had decided to go as a black butterfly, with a leather sculpted mask and a black and faux leather gown.
Her metallic skin gleamed faintly beneath the lights, but she found the way the disco balls scattered light over her to be somewhat vexing. That meant that she had spent most of the evening either outside, meandering the grounds and gardens in her gown or slinking into darkened corners and sipping at a glass of purloined wine or punch, whatever she could get her hands on anyway.
So far, things kind of reminded her of a fancy ball that had taken overtaken a high school prom.