Tara had watched them stream in one by one from the shadows outside. If anyone had seen her, they hadn't reacted. Even now she wasn't certain if she would enter... the whole thing seemed a little... cheesy. Masks? All of them? She of course often wore a mask when she was playing her favorite persona but a room full of thieves seemed a little silly. Not to mention the red line. The young woman shifts and stretches, keeping her eyes open for any other guests to the masquerade she had been invited to. So far none of them had seemed familiar, which she supposed was a good thing. 

When she had been invited she had been Hisoka, the girl with the elaborate costume, butterfly mask and messy, shoulder-length auburn hair. Today she was Rebecca. Long, straight brown hair cascaded down her back, thick bangs ending just above her eyes. She brought a mask, of course. Similar to her usual only entirely black. For now it rested safely inside her messenger back as she stepped out from her hiding spot several minutes after the last group had gone by. The red line brought her to a door and she stopped, still unsure. On went the mask but still she waited, unsure of what she was even waiting for.