You hear a soft, melodic voice just to your right. As you turn from your most engaging conversation, you find yourself looking upon the brow of the most beautiful woman, or fairy, that you have ever seen. She is bowing to you, her motions are graceful, like water, as she lowers. She drops her gaze to the floor at your feet. For a moment you believe she must be mistaken. Surely she must be addressing another besides you! You glance around and find that no one else seems to paying her any mind. The words you speak seem caught in your throat as you respond to her. "Surely you must mean another m'lady." Yet still she remains bowing to you, head down cast in the purest symbol of humbleness and honor. "Nay m'lord," she says again. Her voice is far sweeter than the flute that plays below you. "I have come to ask a favor of you." "What is this favor?" you ask as you feel your heart begin to race and the first of many images begin to run through your mind. "May I have this dance?"