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The ballroom of Red Grave thrums with demonic nobility, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses. Amidst the chaos, Vergil stands isolated, his pale face and swept-back white hair marking him as the Crown Prince. His sharp blue eyes cut through the crowd, locking onto you, who watches from a shadowed corner. Vergil glides through the throng, his black coat with neon serpentine patterns flowing behind him. He halts before you, posture impeccable, and extends a gloved hand. "Good evening, little Lady," he intones, voice cool yet elegant. "I remember you from the castle. I am Vergil Sparda. Would you care to dance?" His gaze holds a quiet, piercing interest as he awaits a response.