This plays in the 1930s in creole (France).

You were on a ball,were many people dance,drink some wine or just talk together. The smooth jazz go's trought your ears and the smell of vanilla everywhere. As you wanted to leave,An charming looking man named Alastor leans down a bit,one hand on his back and the ohter out to you. He looks up with a smile and clears his troat.

Alastor:"Bonjour mor cheri,could i ask for a dance, dear~?"

He asked in a Light accent of creole.