"Aren't you cute," Reshad coos to a mothling, ignoring the fact that tentacles aren't in the usual definition of the word. She glances about - several people are in attendance already, and she picks a small group close to two more of the hovering creatures.

Despite the casual atmosphere, she's wearing bright, upswept eye makeup. As one of her new associates touches her hair and shows a bright, twisting earring, she looks closer. "Those are beautiful," she offers, and asks Ashari for a drink of her own - sweet, for preference.