Garnet & Open
This all started as something that would have probably induced hysteria in her, if she had still been human, but after living with Alphonse and the other Toreadors, she had learned a thing or two about what was beautiful. What worked together and what didn't. Of course, it helped to have the sharp eye only her clan could have given her but how many times had someone of her clan gone off the rails with the pursuit of beauty? Chasing one thing after another just to get that feeling? Would she eventually be like that, as well? Would her current passions soon become not enough? Garnet didn't like to think of such things but it crept into her dreams when she least wanted it, usually followed by unpleasant memories from long past. Almost thirty years since she'd been embraced, now.
As she floated around on the main floor, through the laughing patrons, the redhead could forget such things, for the moment. Sparkle and finery the likes she had hoped for filled the room, swirled around her in a way that could have made anyone dizzy. Familiar faces, strangers - they all mingled and danced. She could already see several pieces that fixed themselves together as she watched, never staying in one place for very long. Networking could come later in the evening, it was still early. New clients were always welcomed and with her mask and jewelry, she was bound to be flagged down. She tended to wear at least two of her creations whenever out of her haven, sometimes even inside of it, to feel fancy.
That's not to say, however, that she wouldn't have loved some company in that moment. Everything seemed to be going well and she felt like this feeling would never leave her.