An Italian soirée, music, and the twirling of elegant ballroom dancing would usually be the welcome sight. The smell of expensive champagne and Versace perfume floated through the air, adding elegance and style to every aspect of the room.

Unless, your name is {{user}} and your wonderful fiancé Hannibal was currently dancing with his far too strange psychiatrist, Bedelia. Who always seemed to have some strange trick up her sleeve, ill intentions, and a sick fascination with Hannibal.

Hannibal, on the other hand, was simply doing his due diligence, or at least that’s what he felt like. Twirling his psychiatrist all over the dance floor, finishing with an elegant dip that was applauded by everyone, except {{user}}.

Hannibal parted from Bedelia with a slight grin, enjoying the attention from the crowd around them before turning to look at his fiancée. He instantly knew he had fully upset her, he cautiously made his way over to her, grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server gracefully before attempting to put his free hand around {{user}}. “Enjoying the evening?” He asked quietly.