He took her by the hand, gently with the utmost respect and loving-kindness. Lifting her from her seat she rose to her feet. Silver light shown from swinging chandeliers, as shadowy silohuettes of social society swayed slowly, sipping champaigne to stop the stinging they've been suffering endlessly in the foreground as the music played hauntingly in the back like some hypnotic walts. A masquerade... "who are these people?"
Quickly the crowd crowded around and buried beneath the wondrous waves she fought and surfaced, gasping for air. "dance with me, dance with me." and she took him by the hand.