Elvira made her way through the dining hall, scanning for a place to sit. She was self-assured where she could sit at any table and get through a conversation with its occupants, but it didn’t mean that the people she sat with would necessarily have anything of interest to say. Though she wasn’t normally one to judge by appearances, she was looking for someone who at least looked interesting to talk to. And then she spotted her. Or perhaps him. Regardless, this person was absolutely stunning, with fabulous makeup, and Elvira needed to met her now.
She quickly sauntered through the crowd and held her hand out in greeting. "Well hello, darling. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Elvira, and goodness do I need to know how you do your look. You’re stunning, so much more interesting than the rest of the riff raff that keeps falling on the doorstep here."