Raoul entered at the top of a large stair case to see a sea of taffeta and silk that appeared to be a swirling rainbow and he shook his head.  He was mad to have thought he would find her in all this but he had to try. Surely she would be here, what woman obviously unhappy with the current system would pass up the opportunity to infiltrate the ranks and see the center of the power itself?  "Come on think" he scolded himself, "where would you be?"  That was easy, he would be alone, looking for chinks in the chain of command perhaps? Or possibly just wanting to get a breath apart from the nobles that she despised so much.  He scanned the room and saw two or three possible feminine figures throughout the entire room.  He smiled a little and descended into the crowd.<br/><br/>After talking to two and deciding between their eyes and the way they talked they simply couldn't be the vigilante he moved on toward the last.  She was a snow haired siren dressed in red and gold that was a little threadbare but obviously expensive, the marks of a noble family scorned perhaps? His blood sped at the thought.  He picked his way toward her carefully and approached from the side. When he got close he extended a hand and said in a low voice "May I have this dance?"