Chapter the Twelfth

The ballroom was decked out in bright golds and reds. The people were decked out in their fanciest clothing, especially the ladies. They spared no luxury or decoration; so very many of them turned out looking gaudy and silly in their frills and laces and petticoats. The men, sad to say, weren’t much better.
Torlith wasn’t dancing. Anyone he would have asked would’ve complied, out of fear if nothing else, but he seemed to have no desire to dance. Knowing him, I’m not at all surprised.