Tsutha had planned on just wearing her usual animal hide clothing to the masquerade, but after seeing how big a deal everyone was making of the whole thing, she went out and bought herself a fancy dress last minute. Never having worn a corset before, she's markedly uncomfortable, constantly tugging at the laces, trying to wriggle herself some more room to breathe. But, after donning an enchanted mask, she is amazed when all the odd looks and stares that her green skin and tusks usually earn her disappear, as no one can tell that she's a half-orc anymore! She begins to feel a little braver, stuffing her face with canapés, marveling over the photo booth, and helping herself to the fruitiest of drinks.

She spends most of the evening on stage, either playing her horn, or singing her lungs out. She doesn't know most of the songs that the other musicians decide to play, but she makes up for it by improvising a melody on top of it. Eventually, when it falls on her to pick the song, she calls up an old sea shanty from the Warmlands that Marzia taught her, and tries to lead a sing-along of a nice, upbeat folk tune she picked up somewhere along in her travels.

Singing in a corset can be hard, so at some point later on in the evening, Tsutha needs to call it quits and join the rest of the party on the dance floor. She comes up to the table with the lockbox, peering at it, curious. She'd love to put her name in, but not being able to write it kind of puts a damper on that wish. So, she'll just pull a slip of paper to find a dance partner that way. Of course, she also can't read the name that's written, so she'll pull someone aside to ask, "Excuse me, do you know who this is?" Maybe it's your name! Maybe not. Maybe someone else pointed you out in the crowd, and now Tsutha is coming up to you, holding the slip of paper out with a bright grin on her face.

"This is you, right? D'you wanna dance?"