You sat by the bar as you watched people dance, since your promised partner didn't bother to show up. Disappointed, you were just there for some reason, not actually part of the ball, just watching people interact and dance. Well, what a nice night...you sighed.

And here goes him. You didn't notice him at first, but he did notice you. Oh there you were...Sitting there as the time ticked, fine as a glass of glossy wine he always liked to add as a symbol in his portraits and paintings. It fit your clothes too, (sorry if its not what you've imagined!) which were made from the fine wine red velvet that could be hardly found in many stores, enveloping your body in a grace that he had witnessed just that moment by the mere sight of you, entranced, but also intimidated. He decided to give it a try...Fixing his hair, propping his glasses up, adjusting his tie, he walked over, bowing as he extended a hand and spoke in a gentle, elegant voice with perfected mannerism and accent.

"May I have the honor of a dance with you?"