As you fell back you felt some strong hands catching you. Looking up you saw a very handsome looking blond woman in a pixie cut with an eye patch and scar on her left cheek.
“Careful my deer you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone so quickly.” She said to you.
Your pretty sure your face was redder than a tomato at this point.
‘T- t- th- th- th- thank you, ummm—‘
“Ser Hilda Von Hartmann, at your service.” She said in one file swoop pushing you back onto your feet and dropping to one knee to kiss your hand. Your heart was instantly afutter.
With that the band started up and several of the beautiful men extended their hands to the strapping women to dance. Hilda stood up towering over you getting ready to leave.
‘Wait!’ You didn’t let go of her hand and she turned to face you. That single blue eye seaming to pierce right through you.
“Yes?”
‘Ummm… ca- care to dance?’
Hilda seamed like she was uncomfortable with the notion, blushing just a tiny bit, but then seamed to gain back you confidence, clasping your other hand.
“What kind of a gentlady could say no to a face like that?”
Inside your head you let out a squeal of happiness.
For the next three songs you and Hilda danced the night away. Your body moved all on its own following her lead.
This was the happiest night of your life, until…