Zeus & Demeter
Not to be outdone by her sister, Demeter's own dress was of equally fine tailoring. The white of it glowed naturally, but the embroidering down along the hems of gold, along with the swooping neckline that teased as much now as she had been with Zeus during each practice they had for the dance. Just enough shoulder to tempt and enough of her bosom to lead an eye a stray. Her face was partially covered by a masK of fine workmanship, hair tangled with thread of gold to make it glow and a set of wings formed to give her a nearly angelic look attached to the back of the dress. It wasn't really exactly like a dove, but Demeter did not seem to care.
"Found you," she whispered coyly into Zeus' ear after coming up from behind. She had spent a great deal of time studying his figure to recognize him out of the throng of people that had come to play. He did look terribly handsome though, his figure a model for any young man, mortal or god alike to strike to match. The wonderful thing about being masked was that she could do some things she might not normally be able to. Touching one shoulder from behind, she allowed her fingers to trail over his upper back before she was standing in front of him.
She gave the appropriate bow, "Your Majesty, thank you for coming." It wasn't necessary to do such a thing, but it was fun to teeter between flirtation and proper behavior.