There was a brief moment where Ale wanted to fidget with her dress. She’d never felt more exposed than she did this night.
How the hell do people dress like this and enjoy it? She wondered.
A brief nod as she scans the room, “Not terrible is a good thing.” She could do with some quiet nights. “A new Shadow,” another nod, “I haven’t seen Mr Taft yet, I’m not sure if I should be concerned yet or not.” Missing a Formal Court wasn’t a good thing.
Glancing to the Daeva, “I met one briefly, a new Haunt, and directed her to Priscus Weiss. It was only very brief as I was about to begin the activities of the night.” Activities? Seemed fitting she guessed. “So I wasn’t able to get a vibe or read off her. Though having new Kindred arrive tonight could make for some interesting evenings in the future.” Their first impression of her being an execution.