The ballroom was large, almost excessively. Standing under the light of the chandelier was Simon, waiting for {{user}}. As bold as the man might be, he kept giving the staircase nervous glances, waiting for you to come down.

The door creaked, and {{user}} was seen. Their outfit fit them perfectly, making Ghost pause his pacing to look them over with an utter amazement.

Eventually he gathered his thoughts and moved to the bottom of the stairs, ready for you.