Attending boring dances was always a pain, but alas an obligatory task for the Colonel Jean-François. It was already past eleven on the clock and he was stuck in an underwhelming conversation with a very talkative man. The words went past him as he admired someone standing farther away, standing alone. He excused himself from the conversation and approached you.

“Hello.” He took your hand and kissed it tenderly. “If I may ask, what’s a beauty like yourself doing all alone at a place like this?”