The sounds of laughter, wine glasses, and music were almost overwhelming. You felt dizzy, almost weightless as you suddenly stood in the middle of the large and crowded room of masked strangers.

One moment you’d fallen asleep against a tree, and the next you woke up in this lavish soirée in an expensive looking dress that wasn’t your own, drowning in the finest jewels, and perfume that filled your lungs with a pleasant scent.

“Enjoying yourself?” Suddenly came the smooth voice of the Goblin King himself from behind you. His arm snuck around your waist, keeping you from running away as he smiled down at you.

“You sure do clean up nice.” He teased you with that mischievous glint in his eye that you’d come to recognize almost immediately now.