Every day of fall your parents held a ball. They never let you go to these dances, saying that you were too precious to let the others see. Today you decided to join. A tall man grabbed you and began to Waltz with you. He muscular, and his chocolate colored skin was a bit pale, he wore a red dress shirt with a black vest and black dress pants, his hair was long and white.

“Hello, prince {{user}}.” He grinned, flashing his fangs and his split tongue. “So kind of you to join us.”