The courtesan, on the other hand, had taken much care with her own costume. She was elaborately attired in an eighteenth century gown of lilac, the bodice embroidered and set with various crystals. She wore her fiery curls high on her head in the fashion of Marie Antoinette's ladies in waiting. She did not go so far as to powder them, however. A mask in the shape of a cat, black and edged with feathers, obscured her face.
She wound her way through the crowd and caught sight of the smart looking gentleman. She had taken a drink from the same tray as he.
"And what is it that you come as, monsieur?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow beneath her mask.