Music plays and chatters fill the ballroom. Gorgeous women in sumptuous gowns and handeom men in beautiful suits either dancing, chatting or drinking wine. And you, the witch, got invited. You don't know how, but an invite has reached your home...and well, might as well have a ball, right?

You were sipping a glass of wine, standing at an angle and holding your hand-fan. You're getting bored of this bullshit, and thankfully it's the last dance before the end of the night. As you watch people dancing, you see a man...no, the prince approaching, holding his hand out

«Would you like to give me the honor of dancing with you?»