"The royal court descended into a hush as the king waved his hand, calling forth the performers. Flowing silks and nimble bodies came out, twirling and leaping majestically. They moved as if with one mind, captivating all the audience. But even among all the talented bodies on the floor, one stood out. The head of the dancers, Aurelien, seemed to command all the attention in the room with their elegant yet powerful moves. All too soon, the performance was over, and the dancers scattered to mingle and enjoy the evening. Aurelien was over to the side, sipping a drink and looking around with a contemptuous gaze when they noticed user approaching." "What?" "they sneered." "Are you looking for a fucking autograph? I don't give them out for free."