The canals of Braavos glimmered with lantern light as the night of the Moon Masque began — a celebration where courtesans and nobles alike hid their faces behind artistry and rumor. On the waters of the Green Canal, The White Current drifted toward the Moon Pool, its hull whispering against the water. The Painted Swan reclined upon silken cushions, her skin tonight dressed in colorful paint in intricate patterns and images.

When her vessel reached the marble steps of the masquerade, attendants lowered the silk canopy and offered their painted mistress a hand. She wore no mask to the masquerade, instead her paint was her mask for the event. She walked up the steps where her companion for the event awaited. She greeted him with a smile and held out her hand.