She stepped in silently but surely, and she adjusted her black leather
mask to make sure it covered her face properly. She barely knew anyone on the island but she enjoyed the anonymity and didn't want to ruin it. It was a thrill she wanted to prolong.
She was wearing a fairly simple
outfit, with a black and grey waist coat vest and white dress shirt. It fit snugly and hugged her curves, and so did her black pants. Her gender was no surprise to anyone looking, unless they were blind. Then they might be confused, since her voice was pretty low and throaty.
The most noticeable part of her costume, however, was the rather flashy
top hat with a silk veil, that fell down on her back and sides and reached almost her hips. Her long hair was gathered tightly on a bun, that was under said top hat.
She looked around the ballroom, and her eyes looked at everything with slight interest. But her expression remained indifferent, and her red lips didn't from the resting bitch face she had. She wasn't one to initiate conversation, not without a reason, so she pulled her top hat down a bit and with a flutter of a veil she slipped to the sides of a room, assessing the situation in the room. She saw some of the costumes, and smirk fluttered on her lips. At least she could get a laugh from some ball shenanigans if she was lucky.
(Tag @TopHat)