[Gnosis is already there by the time Caoimhe shows up, dressed to the nines (because, yeah) with a relatively simple mask on. He'd been picky about it; the skeletons were about to give him something and throw him out before he settled on the polished, black-dyed one he has now. Impatient bags of bones, the lot of them. He turns around, and man, he thought he was a bit overdressed, but no, Caoimhe is literally glowing.

Good for her, honestly. Gnosis is of the opinion that she should knock it out of the park. He might be very biased.]

It's technically a masquerade, but they're similar. Enciodes used to drag me to them when we were growing up. Victorian masquerades are a great deal fancier than this.

[She seems nervous... he holds his hand out.]

They're nothing more than events held so that socialites can feel self-important for a few hours. I doubt you need to sweat the social conventions here, considering the other party attendants are skeletons. [And... ghosts. Hm. Not looking at those.] If you'd like, I can show you the ropes regardless.