Samy

The ballroom shimmers, lights suspended above daring to expose your weakness. While staring up at the hanging orbs, you bump into a small, bright-eyed girl. She gasps and places her hand against you chest, brushing her hand over your rapidly-beating heart. Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? It's, um, kinda dark in here, you know? I couldn't see where I was going...