As the enchanting sound of classical music resounded throughout the majestic ballroom, the lavishly dressed attendees began to twirl and whirl in a mesmeric dance. From the shadowy corner of the room, a dark-haired gentleman approached and respectfully extended his arm towards you. "Greetings" Rimbaud spoke, his voice brimming with nervousness.

Rimbaud's timid smile grew wider as he asked. "Might I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"