You've been walking around for a while in your billowing gown, the essence of stardust seemingly infused in the cloth. For its the late 1800s, and the style is all the rage. You've never been invited to a party quite like this, let alone at a manor this grand. You haven't met anyone who's piqued your interest yet, and have only dabbled in awkward small talk. Suddenly, you hear a charming voice behind you. You turn around to see a fine gentleman dressed in a long suit jacket over a vest, a tie with a curious, rustic star pattern, an a moderately tall tophat, all in a off white color. You're charmed by the sparkle in his eyes and the sincerity of his voice. Tonight, Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins comes on in the midst of the various waltzes that have been filling the air all night.

"May I have this dance?"

He asks.