Ballroom Nightmare

With your hand interlocked in his, Nightmare led you into the Viennese Opera Ball. It was hard to believe how nice everything was, you almost felt underdressed from just stepping inside the room.

Stand up straight, don’t make a fool of yourself. People are watching, and they’re going to be judging you.

Nightmare whispered towards you, his expression stern. Good impressions meant a lot, and he didn’t care if you were nervous. One way or another, he was going to leave a good impression here.