You stand leaning on a pillar, the royal ballroom flashing by your vision. You question why you're here, as a noble you certainly have better things to do.

Guests dance in masquerade masks, passing by you without a thought. You are approached by a man in a blue floral mask. The man is rather charming, dressed in matching tunic and bottoms with a cape draping over his shoulders.

"May I have this dance?"