Music which would usually swell one's soul with ecstasy echoed through the entire structure. Heels clink against the marble floor with elgance as the masked dancers perform swift glissades. All merged and engendered the perfect atmosphere. You observed tepidly, however, as it was nothing out of the norm. Not until a man with firey, tied up hair and an ebony mask appeared afore your eyes. He bowed gracefully and extended his left hand as an offering. "Diluc Ragnvindr. May I have this dance?"