Dionysus, just like every other man and woman at the ball, was completely enraptured in the extravagant display of silver at the staircase.<br/><br/>Oh. Oh.<br/><br/>One of the princesses. He felt bile rise in his throat, a sudden, ugly knife of hatred puncturing his gut. There was a reason he had not attempted to come to such a party earlier; here, even when they were to remain unknown, the wealthy would do anything in their power to make sure that their power was acknowledged. There were people who were suffering all over the kingdom, and the countries surrounding it, and the princess' only concern at the moment seemed to be making a flamboyant entrance. A bitter part of his mind screamed 'tacky', among other such insults.<br/><br/>But the more thoughtful, understanding part of his brain chastised him for being so quick to condemn a woman he hadn't even met--one he would probably never get the chance to meet, given the thick throng of people rushing to meet this princess. Perhaps this was for the better; his inhibitions were already weakened due to drink, and who knew what he would say if he came face to face with the masked woman.<br/><br/>And yet.<br/><br/>This could be just the opportunity he needed; and he was not a fool to pass such a good opportunity as this. Dionysus took a step away from one of the many tables dedicated to food and drink, leaving behind a glass of some spectacularly strong champagne, and started to weave his way through the crowd towards the princess.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"I haven't seen you before!" A rather pretty woman, going by the pseudonym of Cleopatra, said to The Lark. It was obvious now that she was one of the lord's favorite mistresses, and when she was not draping herself all over the masked man, she was doing all she could to get information from the Lark.<br/><br/>The dark skinned girl smiled in what she hoped was a polite manner, and bit her tongue in order to prevent herself from saying anything that could be deemed snarky. "I'm quite new around here, actually. I'm surprised we haven't been introduced sooner!"<br/><br/>Cleopatra laughed and seemed satisfied enough, launching herself into a conversation with another woman (Ocean Spray? Sea Breeze? Something along those lines). The Lark began to glance around, now allowed to keep tabs on the different guests since she wasn't being interrogated. She should keep an eye out for the princess. That may be important later.<br/><br/>For now, she should walk around and see what information she could find. Across the way she saw the cat-man and the lady in red striking up a conversation.<br/><br/>Truly, it wouldn't hurt should she listen in?