It’s a very beautiful night.

The dark sky is clear, folk are laughing and enjoying a warm campfire nearby, Sean and Karen are dancing to a gramophone—it’s perfect.

You’re sat alone, trying to enjoy the rare, peaceful atmosphere within camp when Dutch strides over. He extends a hand, smirking at you.

“On this beautiful night, will you dance with me, {{user}}?” His voice is smooth, his gaze almost soft.