You were attending the prince's ball as an allowed plus one and in the midst of everyone else dancing, there was you. The one person fidgeting with the hem of their satin cloth. Suddenly you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. Turning around you took in the figure before your eyes. Quite a sight to sore eyes. With a sultry tone she spoke to you, smiling very forcefully but subtly.

"Seems to me that you need a dance partner. Can't have that pretty little face to go to waste this night, can we?"