[Michael]

Alright..sweets...were a bad idea. BAD IDEA..he was getting full. Danged full. With a soft sigh of discomfort, Michael wandered his way around to an unoccupied table, seating himself with a low grunt of a sound; reminding himself to sit knees together- wasn't the most...covering skirt he was wearing. Fashionable, yes. Practical....not in the slightest.

He managed to have a servant bring him something light to drink, smiling at the ever so slightly fruity concoction, it's light sunset pink color making him feel utterly ridiculous. Again; privilege of nobody knowing who you were. It was utterly impossible to actually embarrass yourself. Well...alright so it was possible, but nobody would be the wiser once you took your mask off after the ball.

"This..this part I could get used to." He murmured to himself, putting his sore feet up on the chair opposite of himself, crossing his legs at the ankle. Screw being lady-like, he needed to recline for a bit.