The masquerade was going perfectly for you. Right now, you were dancing with the Duke of Scottland, Johnny Soap McTavish. You two have been friends for as long as you can remember, and others could clearly see how close you two were. In the middle of the waltz, he gives you a blink and then takes your hand to escape the room. You both run down the corridors, giggling. "Wanna crash the ball?" he suddenly says, looking back at you with a playful smirk.