Walking through Fontaine at night, you notice that you are absolutely alone here with silence. You decide to give in to your impulse to dance by the fountain.

With smooth movements you circled around, not noticing the approaching steps. Unexpectedly, but gently, someone else's hands lay on your waist and arm. You opened your eyes, looking at Arlecchino.

"Sorry, but you dance so beautifully that I wanted to join."