Devon walked into the ball wearing her costume of a well dressed prince. She was in black trousers and a red shirt,  her mask black with a shine of red in certain light. Her hair was pinned up rather well to make it look short,  about to her shoulders. She had tanned skin and deep emerald green eyes. She also had her breasts very well hidden and tied down. She wanted the look to be complete. She walked throughout the crowd, looking for someone to spend the evening with. Then her eyes laid upon the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The woman was another princess,  she could tell everything even through the mask. She walked over to her and bowed in front of her with her hand extended.  "Excuse me my lady." she said and looked up at her.  "Would you allow me to keep such a beautiful flower company so that she may bloom and allow me to maybe have a dance later? " she asked her. Her voice was on the edge of a woman's and a high pitched man's so agendas not worried about raising an alarm that way.