Ballroom - 8:30pm - Meg and Castiel
The mask was somehow felt heavy against his face. While the horns did extend rather far from the mask the material was light even if his body had a few complaints about the foreign object he had tied onto his face. The mask would cause some sweat too he felt certain by the way his skin seemed to itch in demand of air, but not yet.
The rest of his outfit was more comfortable because it was familiar. Meg had gotten him what she called a well-cut suit. The fit was tighter than what he had worn but not uncomfortable. The colors were darker than his last suit, the better to play the shadowy demon. Meg thought he looked more than acceptable which made any discomfort only fair. Meg looked far better the white the entire outfit making the shadow beneath her skin stand out even more. He placed his hand on her wrist the wings made it difficult to touch her back.