Hecate and Open
Hecate had not planned to attend, but after some thought she thought it a perfect place to check on Zeus and Poseidon. After all the witch spent much time in the underworld now and she taught the former princes their craft, so she had no need to check on the sullen Hades. Not that she wanted to in his present state.
The dress she wore was scandalously short and left her arms mostly uncovered, it constructed out of black lace over a golden damask. The neck line was no more revealing then a normal corset, but instead of full sleeves the gown had own two thin straps that hung to no use around the curve of her shoulders. The skirt was tiered lace that reached only her mid thigh and she wore leggings mad out of the lace as well. Hecate wore no jewels around her neck or on her wrists or hands and her hair flowed wildly about her shoulders and back as usual. But it was her mask that made her smile. It was sculpted out of black leather and painted finely with gold into the shape of that which she had her herself had began to be called called, The Black Bitch. She thought the epitaph humorous, and likely true, it also had a nice ring to it she felt so she had decided to run with the idea.
Grabbing a drink from the table she sipped it as her dark eyes scanned the room taking in the revelry.