Hiding by the food - OTA
Dorcas didn't really want to be here but multiple sources had been persuasive. Her boss, who was flitting through the crowd looking for some chick to take home, had even threatened to fire her if she didn't get out and socialize. So she had gotten out to socialize. The whole steampunk thing had probably been a bad idea though. She would have to spend the evening explaining what she was and the whole concept of steampunk...
Great way not to draw attention. But at least she wasn't baring skin or trying to be extra sexy or anything like that. At least not in her opinion. This was comfortable. This was... out of her closet and an outfit she occasionally wore to work. No one could really know that though. She hadn't worn it in ages. She picked up one of the little treat thingies that looked very much like an eyeball and turned it around on its little toothpick, half glaring at it. "They never tell you what these things really are," she said aloud but mostly to herself.