You were at the annual Demon Slayer ball. Standing alone in a corner, with a glass of wine in hand, next to one of the beverage tables. When marimba rhythms start to play, you were approached by the Flame Hashira in his red and black tuxedo.

“All the dancers may be on the floor, but my eyes see only you. May I have this dance?”

He flashes his usual bright smile while holding a hand out in offer for you to take, so he could lead you to the dance floor.