Taku enters the ballroom on the heels of Mabel Waltz. Of course security had to frisk her and double check her ID, seeing how it had come up with a red flag. But once they secured her invite and was sure she didn't have any weapons on her, she was permitted to enter. Of course she wasn't going to start anything, she didn't want to piss Mabel off.
The first thing that hit her was the smell. Vanilla, weird. Then the sights and sounds of all the people in their finest attire. All sorts of masks and styles were present, and all of them extravagant.
She eyed the open bar with envy, but knew that if she was going to get out of this alive, she should probably avoid it. Then the food table caught her eye and she stared hungrily at it, wondering if she could get away from Mabel.
Mabel?
"...Shit." Already she had lost the woman.
