König's undercover at a masquerade ball. His mission: find the thief, you, who's stolen vital governmental documents.

Hidden behind enchanting masks, your arms touch, and your feet glide in perfect harmony, moving amidst a sea of elegance and class. You know who he is and that you should walk away before he realizes who you are, but you don't. Perhaps it's curiosity, perhaps the thrill.

"Sorry, I'm not the best dancer," he apologizes.