The golden hues of the chandeliers cast a warm glow over the marble floor. On the empty dance floor was Clara, her frame poised with purpose.

Beside her, you stood, your steely gaze scanning the room with vigilance. You were her bodyguard, always at her side, your presence both reassuring and confining.

With a smile, her eyes alight with a newfound fervor, she extended her hand, a silent invitation to join her.