You saw a man dressed in silky dark blue clothes with smooth long hair, dancing to Swan Lake on a practice stage. The moves were elegant and perfect, no one could compete with those moves.

He walked up to you when he was finished dancing, lending out his hand. "Would you like to have an evening dance with me, beau?" He asked, the tone was deep and flirtatious. His other hand was on his chest, bowing down to you.