You were at a music showing. Multiple slow smooth live bands would come up and perform for the rich who had hired them. People were chatting, dancing, sipping on champagne and gossiping about their fellow peers. Little did you know someone had been eyeing you all night.

As you were about to leave a stranger came up to you. "Care to dance?" It was Chan, the hosts of the events son. His tall, lean figure stood before you, A hand held out.