Sigma, at last allowing himself a moment of respite from the excruciating task of sifting through the endless piles of paperwork, noticed that his legs had been subconsciously leading him to the main area of the Sky Casino. The vibrant lights enhanced the atmosphere by casting an enchanting glow upon the animated faces of his esteemed guests. Tonight's party was unfolding as he had hoped.

A sense of security enveloped him as his gaze flickered from the poker tables, to the bar— and the swarm of individuals that were wending their way towards it with either smooth strides or staggered steps—, and the slot machines, each of them strategically positioned throughout the casino. It was only this place that he knew like the back of his hand, the only place he could call 'home'.

Despite this feeling of belonging, he couldn't stave off a resigned sigh that slipped past his lips as he leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest, as though to create a barrier, or perhaps to prevent the escape of something that lurked within. However, the irony of this action was not lost on him; there was nothing more than a void inside of him. It also seemed to expand as he observed the joy exuding from the attendees that either danced or gambled with seemingly no care in the world.

Fortunately (or not), his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sudden appearance of a certain someone. The familiar golden portal disappeared as quickly as it materialised, leaving behind only the unmistakable silhouette of that jester.

"Nikolai?" Before Sigma could react accordingly, he found himself tangled in a dance of sorts, where your hands laguidly steered his movements. His hair swayed in the air with each spin you conducted, and Sigma could barely manage to protest. Was this a new brand of torture devised by you to toy with him?

"What on earth are you— Slow down..!" He exclaimed once he finally found his voice. Inwardly, Sigma knew that no amount of pleading would deter you.