Yuna sat herself back, watching the ladies and men have their fun time and admiring the way they all became suddenly alright at being socialites, even the little nymphs that would normally trip over themselves and their words.
She scanned the crowd, looking for a dashing lady or, even just this once, a fine looking gentleman to dance with.
Yuna sought out a worthy person, nymphy or not, and walked up to them, the wretched curve in the feathers on her mask flowing as she did so.
Her sequins in her jumpsuit glinted towards the light when she stopped, bowing her head towards the person in front of her. “Hello, there, lovely. Would you dance with me a moment? You look like a fine time,” Yuna smiled lightly and offered a hand, standing tall and carefree.