And as the Cacaphony Unfolds- another latecomer, strides in to the ball. Having spent overlong at her laboratory, working on new spellcraft, thinking of new Theorems- she enter's. Clad in an luscious red grown, behind an black and white mask, the mask of Drama- Tragedy and Comedy brought together in the face that smiles and frowns, all at once. Shadowy trails of magic from the sides of her face seem to flow behind her face, to the sides- hiding everything save her lush red hair, which falls down her back and over her blood red corset- which in turn is accompanied by an even darker maroon dress that seems to hug her body, flowing behind her and trailing of at the edges.<br/><br/>She is an bloody Phantom, almost- an thing of deadly beauty and raw presence, and behind the mask she grins. She looks to the Princesses flamboyant entrance with an sigh and an chuckle. Egotistical and gaudy as ever, the thought drifts to mind- pushed away as she gazes about. Atop that wild mane of lush hair, sits an hat- it's brim wide and long, and the hat matching her gown for coloration. Through the slits of the mask, even her eyes are shown to be red- though that could be an simple illusion, as this predator of an woman stalks the dancefloor- searching for an moment or two of passion, an break in the scientific analysis and never ending duty of her daily life- tis is her night to laugh, to be merry- to be free to be who she really is.