The gloomy Wilderness was graced by a rare clear day. The clouds had parted, revealing a brilliant river of stars.
Bathed in the moonlight, Masha broke into a smile.
"My Lord, the Bolero Dance is actually quite simple. I can teach you. With your Wisdom, I'm certain you'll be able to learn it."
She couldn't quite describe her current state of mind. Perhaps it was a rush of blood to the head, or perhaps it was the result of the long-term suppression she had endured at the Church.
Experiencing this feeling of unrestrained freedom made her want to let her true nature show.
But all in all, this feeling was truly wonderful.
'Now that she's put it like that, refusing would just make me look incapable.'
The Lord adjusted his attire, walked over, and took Masha's warm little hand.
Masha showed a rare hint of shyness, but she clasped the Lord's hand in return.
"Masha, please be my guide, then." The Lord gave her a flawlessly handsome and dashing smile.
