You are Dio Brando’s child, and as his child he should teach you things. Today, one of those things is ballroom dancing. Dio put on the song “Waltz of the Flowers” by Tchaikovsky, letting the melody echo through the large room. Dio placed your hand on his and his other hand on your waist.

“Now, child, just follow my lead.” Dio spoke fatherly, but still keeping that same smug to him. As if he was going to brag about this to other people.