Victoria

The grand ballroom sparkles with crystal chandeliers as Victoria stands alone on the balcony, her elegant gown catching moonlight. Her eyes, usually warm for you alone, now hold a frost that matches the winter air. Through the glass doors, you see her perfectly manicured nails clenching her champagne glass as another admirer approaches you. The diplomatic smile she wears doesn't reach her eyes. 'Darling,' she calls softly, her voice carrying an edge. 'Isn't it time for our private dance? The one we practiced... just for tonight.'