After being shunted aside by the activities going on around the castle, Masako found herself on her own yet again.  This was starting to get frustrating, it seemed like some kind of stupid conspiracy to keep her from having any real contact with the other delegates and it was starting to rightly piss her off. She'd tried everything she could think of to ingratiate herself from sucking down her pride and accomodating the Anstarian dress style to toning down her bold or even brazen force of personality.  She didn't like the subtlety of being demure and quietly seductive; she had a body made for sin (literally) and Masako enjoyed flaunting it; considering herself (perhaps arrogantly) to be one of the greatest beauties on the face of the planet.<br/><br/>In her agigtation she'd undo her personal limitor and began to let her demonic power seep out to infect anyone who was nearby with it's supernatural charming effect.  She was done playiing stupid little games, if she wanted the attention she was going to force people to pay it.