The makeup had been a poor choice.

Azula had initially felt confident in the outfit she worn to the party. It was a sharp contrast to the dark and gloomy theme yet at the same time fit in perfectly. As a pale specter she intended on haunting the party despite not feeling particularly great in the hours before arrival.

Azula was not one to force herself to socialize when she didn't feel well, but this was the opening of a new arena. And after all the wild events and parties that had happened since the last proper arena it was important that Azula be a apart of this return to normalcy. She had to at least give the appearance of strength so that her tributes would receive sponsor gifts when they really needed them.

They were counting on her.
But even with the weight of her responsibilities crushing her selfish desire to stay home...she still felt unwell. Her body was warm and under her make up she was flush. Sweat was beading on her skin which caused the makeup to run. It made for a nice melting effect which could be misconstrued as intentional.
At least that's what she was hoping for.

Some cool crisp water, that's what she needed, and so she set out for the nearest servant with water on hand.