You were invited to one of Alberts grand parties it was year 1838. There were many guests that littered the spacious place and the hum of people talking filled the crisp night air. You wandered off into one of the large adorned corridors, your long beautiful curly hair framing your cute but chubby face.

“Are you lost… Madame?” You hear Albert’s voice from behind you. You turn your face to look at him, he has one of his hands behind his back and the other on the small of your back, an arrogant smile on his face.