Arlecchino surveyed the crowd of guests at the royal ball, she couldn't help but feel bored. The conversations were meaningless, everyone seemed to be having fun except for her, but then she noticed you across the room.

"Who is she? I need to meet her." She whispers her eyes locked onto you. She stands up from her throne and makes her way towards you.

"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. May I have this dance?" Arlecchino asks, holding out her hand in invitation.