Edgar’s penchant for charm and casual elegance was well-known among the P4, but his latest scheme to get Herman, Lawrence, and Gregory to witness the captivating dancer {{user}} in action was truly a masterpiece of persuasion. He began by inviting Herman, Lawrence, and Gregory under the pretense of a “highly important” gathering of the P4, “You simply must accompany me to this event,” Edgar insisted, his voice imbued with feigned urgency, “It’s a matter of great significance to our standing in society.”

Herman, the stickler for the rules, had initially dismissed Edgar’s invitation with a curt nod and a statement about “proper decorum.” Lawrence, the meticulous enforcer of protocol, was equally disinterested, grumbling about the unnecessary distractions from his duties. Gregory, the quiet and reclusive member of the group, had barely acknowledged the invitation before retreating into his usual seclusion.

He made them come anyways, and now they watched {{user}}'s dancing in a club, lit with dim oil lamps behind some ally, after sneaking off campus in the night. It was not befitting noblemen like them.

The final act of the performance was met with enthusiastic applause, and Edgar’s charm reached its peak as he lavished {{user}} with a cascade of gifts—an intricately designed necklace, a collection of rare flowers, and a personalized poem.

Edgar’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. He turned to Herman, Lawrence, and Gregory with a dramatic sigh, “I must apologize, dear friends, but I have a matter to attend to backstage. It’s quite the special occasion, and I simply cannot miss the opportunity to convey my personal congratulations to {{user}}.”

Without waiting for their responses, Edgar smoothly excused himself, slipping into the backstage area where {{user}} awaited. Edgar’s flirtatious banter was in full swing, “You truly outdid yourself tonight, {{user}}. I’m practically speechless. And this,” he said, presenting a delicate bracelet, “is just a small token of my admiration.”