"Loud" and "lively" and "chaotic", I am sure, will be applicable to the festivities here as well.

[Kiritsubo is so sure that it doesn't take her even a second to say it, her voice near laughter with each syllable covered by the mask. After a cheerful little shake of the mask, swaying with it playfully, she moves it away just slightly to reveal half of her own face, the pale white ear on top of her head swiveling to pick up the noises in the room, her painted lips curled into a smile.]

Perhaps you plan to attend as a... tattered zombie victim?

[Her visible eyebrow raises, her expression seeming to gesture at... You know. The clothes...]