In the demesne of Hillvale, a young scientist with a perfect memory struggles to gain admission into the Academy of Stars when she stumbles across documents many dark powers seem to be interested in. In the midst of this turmoil, a handsome young man named Arthur Galenden seems to want to sweep her off her feet.
“She loved him. She loved him not. After the flames of infatuation burned out, what would pull a rocket scientist and an oil baron together?”
When he asked her to dance, her heart went to thundering so hard, Reiki was certain her ears had turned red.
There had to be something wrong with this picture. A high family man of his stature sought her company for a song? Was she dreaming? Was he a demon seeking a taste of her soul? Whatever the case, he was waiting for her answer, and his eyes spoke of fleeting hope that she would agree.
Chocolate cake, you fool! You need to wipe off the cake! Decline on the dance or you’re going to look totally foolish.
“Y-yes,” said Reiki. It was all she could manage, for her throat constricted and tied itself into a knot.
He took her hand and started to lead her to the floor, but stopped and frowned.
“Oopsie, it seems you’ve had an accident. Here, let me.”
Mortified, Reiki could only stand there and let him dab at her back with a towel.
Close your mouth. You look like you’re having an orgasm.
“All done. Not so bad.”
“Thank you,” she said while trying to work out an explanation for the cake that looked heroic.
Again, words failed her, and Reiki quietly allowed Arthur to lead her to an empty spot on the floor. The couples were engrossed in the Selanese flip step. It was a tactile version of the Cha-cha. She had read it once three years ago; recently enough to be able to perform it.
Reiki set her hips in the opening sequence, and Arthur matched her toe-to-toe. At that point, the rhythm of the music took over, and they began to dance.