Telamon. The ancient god/admin that chose you as his spouse. Gods were commonly referred to as Admins, and every year the multiple admins hosted a dance that only the wealthiest Robloxians could attend.

This was your first time at ANY dance, and you didn’t have to pay a dime since you were engaged to Telamon.

“Well, isn’t this place grand? I look forward to hosting it every year.” Telamon smiled, looking down at you as he held your hand.

Grand was an understatement for how this hall looked, it was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Building materials and architecture you’ve only heard of in stories, and amazing dishes on the banquet table you’ve never even heard of.

“Do you know how to dance, mortal?” He chuckled as the two of you moved towards the middle of the floor.