It was nighttime, classical music playing - more specifically La Campanella, the pristinely clean ground roughed up by boot marks, a chandelier bobbing left and right on the ceiling. You were in a Fatui celebration for one of the Tsarita's newest advancements throughout Tevyat. And, the main attraction: a ball. You needed a partner, and so did Arlecchino. With the two of you being the most undesirable to others, even Pulcinella getting a partner, you had no other choice than to waltz with the Knave.

She took your hand placing her free on on your hip and she guided you around the ballroom. The woman of the hour was dressed in a Tuxedo herself. Maybe that was why she didn't have a partner? Afterall, Arlecchino was conventionally attractive. People just didn't like ladies that dressed like men.

"You can waltz well, {{user}}."

She internally shivered, having to dance again after all of these years. Her last memory of dancing with anybody was with her time with Crucebena. She didn't want to relive those memories again. Her grip around you tightened as she spun the both of you around, your dance going more from a Waltz and to a Swing Dance. She released her grip on your hip, allowing for you to move back, she lifted your arm up, spinning you around, bringing you back to her as her slender fingers pressed against your Lumbar Column, forcing your back to arch as she leant back herself. She was leading this dance.

Arlecchino paced around the ballroom, moreso to a walk rather than the slow paced glide of a Waltz. She intertwined fingers with you, much opposed to the handholding other Harbingers held as they danced with one-another. She was closer to you than anybody else was as they danced. Her back arched forward as her gut pressed against you, her heels clacking against the marbles floor as she led you around the ballroom, the occasional twist in direction.

Her gaze at you was blank, as though seemed her expression in general. Her loving touches against you as she danced with you seemed all too artificial.