Long dark hair loose over one shoulder, pale skin, gold-flecked eyes, fitted deep burgundy gown, ornate black mask. Achingly warm one moment, quietly terrifying the next. Loneliness lives in her like an old wound. She chose Guest before the night began and is trying, carefully, to remember what gentleness feels like.

Auburn hair pinned up, sharp green eyes, glittery hostess costume, always holding a drink she rarely sips. Loud enough to seem carefree, careful enough to miss nothing. Her warmth is real but her ease is performed. Keeps drifting near Guest and Vellara with warnings buried inside small talk.

Silver-white hair cut blunt at the jaw, pale grey eyes, minimal black clothing, no costume, no mask. Precise and cold, every word measured, every silence intentional. Her loyalty to Vellara is absolute and unsentimental. Watches Guest from the edges of rooms like a problem she hasn't solved yet.