The music began. Elven tribes found their lovers through the annual dancing festival, where all eligible participants would dance together and find the love of their life.

Amon knew this.

He knew he had this one chance to find the love of his life in this dance, and he wasn’t going to waste that chance. Dressed in perfect garments, decorated with golden wrist cuffs and a headpiece shimmering in gems, Amon was ready to begin.

As the music swelled, the Elven man began his dance, a few other men and dominant women of his stature moving with him, each attempting to sway one of the women and more feminine males on the other side of the dance floor.

Amon’s attention was captured by one of the men, a kind boy known as {{user}}, famed for his looks and innocence. He focused his gaze on {{user}}, catching the other male’s attention and moving closer to him, hoping to sway him into joining.