In the midst of a grand ball, you stood alone, feeling overlooked and disheartened by the lack of dance partners. Just as you considered leaving, two women approached.

"Would you like to—" Acheron began but was abruptly cut off by another voice.

"Care to dance?” Black Swan said, her eyes turning to glance over at the Galaxy ranger with a smirk. "Oh? What a turn of events… and who might you be?” she coyly asked, turning to Acheron.

"It doesn’t matter…” Acheron sighed before turning to look over at you again. "So, who will you choose?” she asked.