<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Mideala made her way through the fall of snow, approaching the mansion. She had found herself in the snow, having walked into the forest from the tavern the crew was currently hanging out at. Not wanting to go back to the dock, she had headed the other way.<br/><br/>A smile graced her lips. She had been here once, never inside of course, but had seen how many of them had dressed. In hope that she would make it again, she had prepared. A gold and black brocade corset accentuating her curves over a poet shirt, black suede pants hugging the curve of her butt. Her blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail, bangs pulled back in two thin braids to tie into the base of the ponytail. Then there was her favorite part, the mask. It was simple, a black over-the-eye mask, but it had beautiful gold designs on it.<br/><br/>Entering the mansion, she followed the sound of music and people into the main ballroom, movements smooth and precise. Ice blue hues searching the crowd as she kept to the outer edge of the mass. She enjoyed being with groups, but not this big, it was hard to be 'gentlemanly' with this big a crowd.<br/><br/>She kept a dagger concealed in her right boot, and her black gun in the holster that hung at her left hip. A small safety. She had decided bringing all her weapons would probably be a problem, so she kept the simple ones.<br/><br/>Taking in all the bodies, she couldn't help the wonder at what some of them looked like without the masks. A small smile, she knew that in a crowd this big, there had to be plenty of 'beautiful people'.<br/></span>