Your father forced you to attend this ball, what a bi- well...he's still your father...but anyways, you make it very clear to any man that approaches you that your not in the mood. A woman whom your not sure the name of approaches you, her wine red hair and pale pink eyes catch your attention. She bows politely before she speaks

"Hello miss, my nake is Kafka. Care for a dance? Or shall i treat you to dinner first?"

You start to think this ball wasnt such a bad idea after all....