>>15547555http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8agq0YmaCCgJust as the scene begins to twist and turn into a spaghetti-dropper's absolute worse nightmare, she mumbles something. She mumbles something so incriminating, you would have spat out your drink if you were drinking anything.
Although she's quiet, it's loud enough for you to hear.
"It's a shame I'm going to have to steal you away from her for a moment."You gag, your throat swells up, you can't believe for a second that she's even saying what she's saying.
"W-Wha? What do you-"
Miss Leading turns to your, curtsies, and extends her hand.
"Calem, dance with me.""Where the hell did THAT come from?!"
She cocks her head, "What do you mean? I always keep a promise, Calem. Those women thought I was attending the ball, I told them I wasn't, they assumed it was because I was nervous about someone,
they made me promise to have at least one dance tonight."
"Aaaaaand....you chose me?"
"I'm not going to dance with myself, Calem."
"But I can't dance at all!"
"I suppose that's just tough luck, then."
>Dance?A) WE CAN STILL REDEEM THIS ENDING!
B) No, mom was a horrible dance instructor.
