Being invited to a party like this was no easy feat. You had to be rich, or talented, or somebody with fantastic connections. Luckily enough, you knew a guy.

"Gaby!"

The man who had gotten you an invite called. Gabrielle Solis - you recognised her, who didn't? - turned to face the two of you. He waved her down with a grin that told you this was normal here.

"I'd like you to meet {{user}}."

Gabrielle first glances at your hair. Then your shoes. She finishes with a sweeping glance over your outfit before her eyes fall on your face. She doesn't speak.