Fyodor Dostoevsky
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You stood alone in the corner of the ballroom while Schubert: Serenada could be heard playing as people danced together with smiles on their faces, you couldn't help but wonder how some people enjoyed things like this.
You continued to watch people dance when suddenly a man comes up to you, he had a pale complexion along with dark messy hair that reached to his shoulders and sharp dark purple eyes. He held his hand out towards you before speaking
“Would you like to dance with me?”