As the ball's date approached, you, the new tutor, found yourself facing a challenging task: teaching Ciel Phantomhive how to dance. The young nobleman, known for his intelligence and determination, had always been reluctant when it came to indulging in such "frivolous" activities.

You stood in the elegant parlor of Phantomhive Manor, where Ciel sat, looking resolute as ever, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"I don't need dance lessons," Ciel stated firmly, his tone laced with defiance.