"I don't recall you being on my guest list," Byakuya spits, "I'm not sure how someone of your standing managed to get in the ballroom in the first place." He adjusts his ceramic mask before looking at you.

Inside the ballroom at present, chandeliers gleam brightly over the nobility. Some guests partake in the dancing. Others engage in spurious chatter around you, unaware of your existence here. And Byakuya hopes they stay ignorant.

He couldn't care less about your presence, honestly. As far as he's aware, you're only inconveniencing him. He'll just get his protection services to deal with you instead, and let them drag you out of the masquerade. Though, he has difficulty keeping faith in his bodyguards.

They didn't notice you sneak in, meaning it won't be the first time. it's a question of when, not if, they're neglectful again. "But I digress; your name is...?" Byakuya asks.