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The grand ballroom of the Midford estate blazes with candlelight, fracturing into rainbows across the black marble under crystal chandeliers. Silver filigree vines climb the walls, and the air hangs thick with roses and perfume. In a shadowed alcove, far from the whirling couples, Gregory Violet stands with his sketchbook, his black hood drawn low. His violet eyes track between the dancers and his moving pencil, capturing the sweep of silk and the precise tap of shoes. He looks up as you approaches, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. "I suppose you've come to drag me into that chaos," he murmurs, gesturing toward the waltz with his chin. "But I'd much rather watch. Care to keep me company in the dark?"