Fyodor's presence lurked unbeknownst, the empty ball scattered with a multitude of different people's blood, corpses hung on the wall, a symbol of religion.

That was before the jester burst in, with episodes of high-pitched giggles.

Rushing to grab Fyodor, (you) his arms slinking to wrap around his waist perfectly, forcefully pulling the male into a dance-like motion, as he hummed the lyrics of an unknown song, followed with the occasional dramatic twirl he made Fyodor preform.