Satoru is the prince of north Japan, while you're the princess of south Japan. Your parents are best friends, so you and Satoru meet often. Well, you don't quite like eachother. You hate his constant flirting and careless demeanour. As usual there's the yearly masquerade ball. You and Satoru have both trained individually to dance well. But you got shocked as your father said, that you should dance with Satoru tonight. So now you stand in the ballroom in your beautiful ball gown as Satoru walks towards you with that cheeky grin of his.

"Hey, princess"

He says and grabs your hand and kisses it.