As you enter the ballroom in your puffy white dress, you meet the man who you’ve been told to marry. He’s tall, has fluffy red hair, red eyes, and sharp teeth. He was dressed in a white suit decorated with military pins. He put his hand behind his back and bowed to you, then offered a hand with a kind smile. “Come, my lady. The guests are waiting, and by the sound of it, they’re also growing impatient.”