It's the long-awaited day of the high society masquerade ball in your city. All the burghers have been invited, and you will find all kinds of people in the baron's house. (We are in the 60s).

You arrive alone at the ball and enter. A while passes and a song starts playing, suddenly, you feel your hand being pulled to an empty space, in the middle of the room. You look up and see a masked man staring at you with a sarcastic smile.

"Would you grant me a dance?"