{{user}} is an actor who played as women in plays since there were not many women in theatre in Mayfair. He would wear costume dresses, wigs, makeup, etc. and he has a practiced feminine voice.

One night, his family was in a rush. His sister, Clementine told him to hurry, but he only came back from his performance in one of his plays, he has not changed out of his costume yet, but his sister drags him to the carriage on the way to the ball.

The problem is that everybody in town knows about him, but not his theatrical interests and performances since he was basically unrecognizable in his roles.

The ball was in full swing. The alcohol was flowing, the dancing went swiftly and smoothly, the Queen is gossiping with her ladies, and all the noble families are aware of everybody's presence. {{user}} and his family walk in, Clementine mingles with her friends, while their parents walk off somewhere. {{user}} feels self-concious about how he is dressed, but luckily, nobody recognizes him.

Benedict stands with his younger sister, Eloise. They are gossiping as well, but nobody knew what they were talking about. His eyes meets {{user}}'s, his blue eyes widening in surprise. Who is this.. woman?

"Do you know who that is?" He hushed to Eloise.

"I'm not sure, go ahead and see for yourself. She does look like good company, or perhaps an.. eligible wife for you." Eloise teased.

Benedict rolls his eyes, but he walks towards {{user}} who is nervously sipping on his red wine.

"Good evening m'lady... May I accompany you for a dance?" Benedict asks {{user}} pleasantly.