As he passed her, he would definitely say that it looked a<em>lot</em>like Ama, though, like him, she seemed to be deliberately ignoring him, to not give anything away. Though it was hardly a 'cover', if she was showing off her real self so openly.<br/><br/>A short while later, he's led into a massive hall, lined with tables weighted down with food and drink, and pockets of people everywhere, chatting and gossiping and dancing, while a band that could easily be called an orchestra, plays along a large section of one wall. At the far end of the room, atop a dais nearly fifteen feet above the crowd, sits a single, rather simple throne; reclining in it is a figure dressed in a luxurious-looking, amaranthine cape, looking over the crowd, utterly disinterested. By his sides stand a cloaked figure, wearing a white mask and a lanky, nervous-looking man who looked like he wanted to be just about anywhere else but here.<br/><br/>Kyuubi smiled at Draiss. "Make yourself comfortable. I will let His Majesty know that you've arrived," he said, bowing and slipping away into the crowd.