Sonne tiptoed through the Board. Her encounter with the 9th Blue Mage had gone...interestingly, but she still wasn't eager to have another one.

Meanwhile, L'Homme Arbre strode along, muttering to himself. He was regretting shooing Cassie away - while he was convincing her to seek entertainment elsewhere, Sergio and Meta had sort of gotten intimate without him, and things became awkward quickly. So now, he was roaming, looking for another likely target.

Sonne felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was, and was suddenly spun around by someone she couldn't see. She felt herself fall over, but was caught just as suddenly, coming face-to-face with L'Homme Arbre. Just then, she realized that she was in some sort of tango position, practically bending over backwards in his arms.

Violin music filled the air, spontaneously generated by the inherent drama of the moment rather than any material musician. Before she could protest, or even think, he spun her around again, and they begun to dance a dramatic French tango, L'Homme leading the way.

They danced almost directly to one of the many doors along the corridor, and with a deft flick of the knob incorporated seamlessly into the dance, it was open. The partners twirled there way in, and with another deft flick, the door was closed. The violin music ended with a flourish.

There was a soft thump, and a loud moan. "Ma cherie..." Then, there was naught but pregnant silence.