Beneath the black silken cloth that hid and barely displayed more than an outline of his handsome smile, the dancer surveyed the Nohrian Winter ball from his spot with amusement he unfortunately could not keep from shining in his eyes. The nobility here barely paid him any mind when he was dressed like the entertainment -- and furthermore this way he could go about, unrecognized, saved for those closest comrades that could see through his clever disguise.
The music picked up a beat that he knew was his cue and thus, made his way on to the floor, the sequins and jewels sewn into his clothing jingling with every step. With poised grace learnt from the best, his own mother, he cleared his throat.
❝ Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you will enjoy this performance,❞ He spoke with charisma and a sweeping bow as he took a deep breath and began to sway to the music.
𝐸𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒~! 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉! 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒. . . 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒. . .