The Ballroom felt like a hazey dream; thick white fog coting the floor, the creamy silks hanging from the walls and ceiling, the crystal pearls glinting in the floating candle light.

The ball was softly busy with dance of masked party goers- it was a Masquerade, after all.

All around {{user}} the detailed and glorious masks of dancers swirled by, each more stunning and spectacular than the last.

The soft laughter in the air was complemented by the soft song of a cello and marimba duet- the sound effortlessly magical and dreamy.

As {{user}} walked, face concealed by mask, a hand on the arm got {{user}}'s attention.

Turning, {{user}} was met with the sight of none other than the glorious Goblin king himself, mask of a black goat with two golden horns.

Jareth offered a confident smile beneath his mask, trailing his hand down {{user}} arm to lift {{user}}'s hand and kiss {{user}}'s knuckles.

"If I may," He murmured softly. "Would you care to have this dance?"