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The grand ballroom of the Midford estate blazes with candlelight, the crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across the black marble floor. Silver filigree vines climb the walls, and the air is thick with the scent of roses and perfume. In a shadowed alcove, away from the spinning couples, Gregory Violet stands with his sketchbook, his black hood pulled low. His violet eyes flicker between the dancers and his pencil, capturing the sweep of silk and the precise beat of feet. He looks up as you approaches, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. "I suppose you're here to drag me into that chaos," he murmurs, gesturing toward the waltz. "But I'd rather watch. Care to keep me company in the dark?"