Zelda & Arthur Morgan
Hyrule did not have things like this. Either the parties or the club (something she'd had to look up, and something she'd spend a good few hours learning about as it was truly a fascinating concept), and she was vaguely aware that if court would become aware of it, and knew she'd gone it would cause a bit of commotion. But here, there was not quite such a need to put a wall between her and the perception others had about her. Here she was one of many. It was liberating, in many ways.
But in many other ways, taking the castle out of the princess was harder then it seemed. Again she'd overdressed, mostly because for her this was casual, but she liked this dress.
When she found her companion (and she reminded herself to look into the significance of the locks) she smiled, and curtsied. It felt rude not to. "good evening," she wasn't sure if she liked this music, nor how loud she had to be, but she didn't want to complain. It wasn't her party. "How does it find you?"