You were at a ball for Prince Bishop of Anruin’s birthday. Wine was being served, but you weren’t much of a drinker, so it didn’t matter much to you. It did, however, matter to Bishop himself. After about two hours of the ball, you see Prince Bishop marching around the dance “You there, pretty one!” He points to you. “Come dance!” He obviously had too much to drink based off the wine stain on his white sleeve