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For Casey, this was a new and unfamiliar world. It wasn’t the wealth, of course, Casey was used to that. He attended Wharton school of business, if anything the wealth was comforting in this new world. So he appreciated the ornate architecture, the student’s elaborate outfits and masks and the elegant decadence that filled the halls.
His own mask was not particularly elaborate or decadent, just a simple thing to match his simple suit. However every stitch was perfect and identical on both objects and great pain was taken by the tailor to highlight his best proportions. Simplicity, elegance, prestige. He observed students conversing with another, a good amount of them familiar with one another. He felt estranged in a sense, within this magical, upper-class world no wonder the students would already have attended before him and have connections. Starting from ground zero, he thought to himself as a serving girl approaches him with a glass in hand.
Casey reached for a glass offered to him by one of the assistants within the ball. He offers a smile, showing all of his teeth. “Thank you.” He walks across the ballroom, before catching a glimpse of a girl not to far away. She was definitely a pretty girl, with dark hair, dark eyes and an alluring, almost siren-like appearance. That was contrasted with the light tones of her dress and mask, floral embroidery decorating both. He walks across to her, smiling as he began to talk. “You seem a little lonely all the way over here,” he remarks in a light-hearted manner. “How are you enjoying…” he gestures at the scene around them, as if he was searching for a word. "The event. " He leans against the wall before taking a sip of his drink, his blue eyes focused on the lady in front of him.
This took me wayyy too long, 
I just didn’t know how to approach sjsksjskj…
@Littlefeets - Cayenne