"So what masks are you thinking?"

She has some ideas, though she's less familiar with current trends than Caitra - still, something fully covering will be important for her and her companion...

Sure. Caitra would just put on a hawk-beaked halfhelm and calls it good enough. Lilou and her sub could- go as cloaked mice, that would be in theme, suggest they're not important enough to care about for long.

An excellent idea. 

(She kind of wasn't expecting them to go for that, but sure, that'll make this a little more fun, at least.)

Caitra's pretty sure there should be something appropriate stashed in the attic. Otherwise they can check the markets.

"The attic will be useful for avoiding questions..."

Up the ladder, then.

The mystery of the barren downstairs is, perhaps, explained by the abounding piles of random items that the attic plays host to. Caitra has an idea for which regions to investigate for what they seek, but this is going to involve some excavation.

Well, they have time and a need to lay low anyways. 

Then with a little bit of work, they can uncover some mousy masks that have the side effect of making their voices squeakier and some appropriately grey shawls.

Good. 

Enough time for them to get dressed before they have to leave, even.

Showing up in just the mask and cloak might damage the anonymity a little, after all. 

Depending how adventurous they've been before now...

"Only a little."

"Room to experiment, if you'd rather."

"Perhaps when I'm not working."

"Fair enough."

Then off to the party?

Off.

There are a variety of animals, daedra, and monsters on display at the party. Half-masks are more common than full, but Lilou and Berengere don't stand out for that. Caitra makes a circle with them, quietly pointing out who's who underneath the costumes (they can hide their faces, but they can't hide the way they move). She then shoos them off on their own as she joins a conversation with some grizzled old soldier-types, saying "Run along and play now, little mice. I'll hunt you down later."

She giggles, voice higher pitched than normal, and tugs Bérengère away. 

(Now, to work her magic on the crowd...)

Berengere's ready to chime in where needed.

At one point their circuit through the room results in a chance to sit down and gossip with one of their suspect's own escorts. The food is still exceptionally nice, and they're tucked away into a semi-private corner, and there's only two chairs at the little table. 

Rather than grab a third, Lilou gestures for Bérengère to kneel.

Very efficient use of resources. Also very sexy.

She bends down gracefully.

Hair pats (as she settles into a more familiar-tone conversation with the escort).

Mmm hair pats good. And familiar-tone means she's okay to cuddle up to Lilou's legs.