Entering the dance floor a young woman, deep black curls blending in with the solid black wings of her mask. The black and white diagonal strips on her dress seemed to twist around her body, and long white gloves reached passed her elbows. She walked calmly through the crowd, saying quiet greetings until she reached the cluster of women Natasha stood with along the edge of the garden. "Excuse me, but may I make your acquaintance? The city is rather overwhelming without friends."