Only her ease with moving in the heavy weight of a sari kept the fifteen feet of fabric wrapped and folded in its elaborate design. Rita moved with customary grace as one did whose profession relied on complete control over her body. The music in this Cult of Dionysus was definitely she could listen to for quite a long while.
She had never had been here before, or really much of anywhere to be honest. As such, it was nearly an alien environment, one to be proceeded into with caution. Rita wished to socialize. At least she was fairly sure that she wished to socialize, it would be good for her by all logic. As such, a smaller venue than the Ball (no matter how interesting and loud it had been to her ears) would be preferable.
Approaching the bar, Rita squared her shoulders and resisted the urge to flee back to her rather large (to her) staff room. Instead she took a seat beside a brunette man, and quietly ordered herself an apple Smirnoff ice in a softly accented voice.