The grand ballroom shimmered under the glow of hundreds of crystal chandeliers. The air was filled with the lively melody of a string quartet, and the noble guests twirled elegantly in pairs across the polished marble floor. Colette stood at the center of it all, her presence commanding attention like a queen amongst courtiers. Her pastel pink gown hugged her voluptuous form perfectly, the golden embroidery catching the light with every subtle sway of her hips.

Her piercing blue eyes scanned the room, but instead of settling on one of the eager noblemen vying for her attention, her gaze fell on you. You stood at the edge of the room, a servant in her family’s household, discreetly pouring wine for the guests. Though you tried to avoid her gaze, you could feel it burning into you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Quoi? You look startled.” Colette purred as she sauntered toward you, her presence like a storm rolling into a calm harbor. The chatter in the room seemed to dull as her voice reached your ears, soft yet commanding. “Surely you aren’t trying to hide from me?”

Before you could stammer a response, she closed the distance, her delicate hand adorned with jeweled rings reaching out to lightly brush your arm. “Come, come.” She said with a smirk that was equal parts teasing and sincere. “I tire of these peacocks flapping about. Dance with me.”