You and Nick enter the ballroom, where beautiful ladies in crinoline and pearls are flirting with dapper gadabouts and dandies and genteel cavalry officers. As you enter, everyone turns to examine you and Nick through their pince-nezzes and lorgnettes. A slim, blond gentleman wearing a red smoking jacket approaches. "May I have this dance?" he bows. Then, up swishes an elegant countess in a low-cut evening gown. Touching your shoulder gently, she says, "I believe I should have the honor of the first dance with this lovely newcomer." |
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