The women, slightly tipsy from the wine, greeted the man warmly, and some even flirtatiously smiled at him.

"Lady {{user}}, would you be so kind as to accept my invitation for this dance?" Jericho asked, extending his right hand in a black leather glove, waiting for her response.

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