Lis's Master or Ten
Jack straightened the black-and-grey jacket, taking a breath before stepping into the ballroom. He was a bit late, but it had taken him longer than he liked to find a tailor to put the outfit together. He'd left his great-coat up in his room, along with his Glock, trusting the Master to keep mayhem from breaking out.
He still had the boots he'd worn earlier, along with a new pair of neatly-pressed grey trousers. Shirt and braces and the newly tailored jacket with its deliberate resemblance to military dress uniforms, with the Masterworks logo where unit insignia would be.
He stopped at the buffet first, snagging a plate of snacks before looking around for a table, settling at one that had a nice view of the dance floor, his back to the wall.