A ball befitting the Gods. Literally.

You’ve never left the Court of the Soltice before tonight. And as the goddess of the moon, your presence at the lavish party being thrown in the Underworld tonight does not go unnoticed. You find yourself shoved in front of the host himself, unable to speak as he turns to face you. He sketches a curt bow. "I am the God of Death, welcome to my court."