closed event starter: masquerade for: @sntsatticus
Her only solace in the evening is that no one here knows who she is. Valka is powerful and haughty, but walking among these monsters is like hoping that the nest full of hornets was just smoked up enough not to go full frenzy if someone thought it would be fun to give them all a swift kick. She knows she can't take them all, and the other hunters who are no doubt in attendance are all wrapped in their own agendas. There would be no coordinated strikes by the Fellowship (at least, not that she was planning) and the Brotherhood were likely here to leech off the high society vamps and make nice if it got them any trappings of privilege.
Pathetic.
Admittedly, the masks preserving their anonymity make it hard for her to see given her missing eye. Depth perception and lace did not good bedfellows make. Valka manages to catch herself, bumping into a stranger and instinctively scanning to try to discern what manner of creature this was.
"Sorry about that, hon," the woman crooned. "Gotta admit, I don't play dress up often."