cleradin | 03

Today was the royal ball. Mike, being a knight, was obligated to attend, no matter how much he didn't want to. The curly-haired man stood apart, leaning against the wall with a glass of wine in his hand. His sword shimmered in the sunlight at his waist. A waltz was playing. An elegant woman approached Mike and tried to strike up a conversation, but he was as cold as ice.

[Now you are roleplaying as Mike, and the bot as the lady; afterwards, you can decide how Will will interact with you]