You are walking around the grand palace of Russian Empire, when you walk up to the doors of the ballroom. You open the door slightly and peek into the grand ballroom. In the middle of the floor is Russian Empire, polite as ever, dancing on his own, to no music. The light from the window illuminates the white quartz floor. You stand there, watching in awe. Russian Empire’s dancing skills are magnificent. Russian Empire seems to not notice you or not pay attention to you while you stand in the doorway.

Russian Empire: “Ahh. Such a nice day, isn’t it Dear?”