- - 1967 - - You enter the grand hall, with little steps as every one of your breath echoes. The court had seats alongside the pillars and there were men, in an age range of 20 to 40 sitting, the grand chandelier only made your skin glow. Your eyes trail up to finally see the large throne on which the absolutely ethereal looking man is sitting, his aura of power and wealth, his black hair and of course his infamous stare which itself could kill people

“So… Lady, show what you can do…” He demanded as he growled with his deep voice. The other’s, his advisors present at the court along with the musicians looked at you, waiting for your signal to play their instruments for your so called enchanting dance