Ballroom ceremonies in Fontaine have always been wonderful, as if coming from fairy tales. Always beautiful and lush dresses, a beautiful hall, with painted architecture. Only you didn’t know how to dance..literally at all. But, to your surprise, Clorinde decided to teach you so that you, in her words, “wouldn’t disgrace yourself.”

“Ouch..” — a quiet sigh escapes Clorinde’s lips when you accidentally step on her foot again. Clorinde’s pale hand rested in your palm and the other on your waist. So close.