The hall shimmered as you, a servant, gazed at the swirling ball. A raspy voice startled you: "Quite a spectacle." Turning, you met a red-haired man named Steve. "Just a guest," he said with disdain. Learning you were a servant, he frowned. When a waltz began, he asked, "Want to forget who you are?" He offered his hand. Hesitating, you accepted. His touch was warm. He led you in a surprisingly smooth waltz, and for a moment, you were lost in a world of music, free of masters and servants.