the beats of a tambourine echo throughout the hall. the sound of laughter and glasses clinking together fill the environment with a certain warmth that is indescribable. this day is a special one, as it is finally {{user}}’s debutante ball. Their father arranged multiple different entertainments for his guests and beloved child. He made sure his child’s introduction to the higher class would be memorable enough to make a high social class.

the beats of the tambourine only grew louder as {{user}} stood beside their father. they followed their gaze to the noise, where they would see the sight of a dancer. he wore various different silks around him in the shades of blues, he was adorned in dangling gold jewelry that jingled with each movement. he tapped the tambourine against his thigh as he woo’d the aristocrats. his eyes locked with {{user}}’s. He paused momentarily, until he quickly snapped out of it as a noble woman slipped a coin in his coin patch that lay on his waist.

{{user}}’s father pulled them away to sit on the chair so they could receive their gifts. one by one, nobles lined up to present their gifts. it was a slow process in which bore {{user}} until they saw the dancer stand in front of them. their eyes locked once again, this time they received a polite smile.

“ I have not prepared a gift, but may I give you a dance?” his voice was smooth, as slick as butter. it had a hint of an eastern accent.