Ibix mingles with the shinig stars of high society (or at least tries to give the impression that's what she believes them to be) and eats sparingly, drinking only water.  Her invitation mistakenly listed her as a monk, but rather than correct the mistake and possibly offend someone, she simply went with the idea, maybe it would be fun to follow monastic tradition for an evening!  She converses in small talk with anyone she happens to be near, staying away from any topic that might be controversial, and mostly just letting herself be seen to be there.<br/><br/>Ibix finds it a refreshing change of pace to remain so moderate, but not something she would do often.  Without alcohol to lubricate conversation, everything sounds boring and trivial, though she pays careful attention to anyone who speaks to her.  It may be boring, but one must remain hospitable at social occasions.  Unless insulted anyway.<br/><br/>For the occasion, she is dressed in flowing white silk robes, a striking contrast to her near coal-black skin.  Her robes seem one moment to hide her form, and the next to hug it closely, showing off every rippling muscle and curve.  Her armor, beautiful white jade that would easily pass as ceremonial armor, rests with her weapon, stored in a closet where it can be reached fairly quickly, but does not intrude upon the non-martial nature of the party.