"Eikimiya." He greets smoothly, extending his muscular arm to you. 
                          
"Good evening." You link your arm around his and the two of you walk down the corridors. This whole thing is so odd to you that you have to hold back laughs, something that Kenji can tell. 
                          
Once you two get far enough so everyone walking behind you can't hear you guys, he leans toward you and lowers his voice to a murmur. "I look stupid." He states. 
                          
You bring your gloved hand to your mouth and stifle a laugh. "You look go- fine. Besides, everyone's going to be wearing that so you'll be fine." You reassure. He grumbles in response and continues walking with you on his arm. 
                          
You guys get to the giant arched doorway and you hold his arm a bit tighter. You definitely aren't comfortable with Kenji, at all, but he is kind and you don't totally hate him. 
                          
Kenji feels your tension and rolls his shoulders, silently reassuring you everything will be ok. 
                          
And with that, the doors open. 
                          
Your stomach drops when you see the huge amount of people in the ballroom. Even Kenji starts getting a bit nervous. 
                          
Tonight would be the performance of a lifetime for you. A young adult ninja from a village that is anything but royal, would now be acting as a princess that's known how to do this since she was born.
                          
The small chattering stops and the classical music in the background slightly quiets down. As soon as the both of you step foot into the ballroom, applause erupts from everyone. You and Kenji stop in the middle, where there is a clearing, and get into the dancing position. 
                          
The area you guys have to yourself is huge. It has to be a 60x60 foot square while people are giving as much space as possible as a sign of respect. 
                          
Kenji bows, you curtsy, and it begins. 
                          
You connect in the embrace, his hand on the small of your back and yours on his shoulder. The two of you are fairly close together, only a few inches apart. 
                          
Still enough room for a very skinny Jesus. 
                          
And although there are over one hundred pairs of eyes on your body, you feel as if there's a certain person intensely staring at your figure. But you also have extreme anxiety at the moment so you brush it off as being paranoid.
                          
The violin starts, and that's your cue. You both step with small, compact steps and stare directly at each other. 
                          
But Kenji is so much better than you it's embarrassing. Clearly, he's been doing this since he was young.
                          
As the music speeds up, as do the two of you. It gets a tad bit quicker and you're both spinning gracefully around the floor. Your dress is making beautiful circles with every turn. 
                          
After a few sessions of the basic natural lilt step, it's time for one of the lifts. He places his hands firmly on your waist and picks you up with ease and does a 180° turn, setting you firmly back on the ground. 
                          
As you both graze across the polished floor, the room spins around you but you can see people staring in awe. You both look as if there are pounds upon pounds of chemistry involved, when in fact there is none. 
                          
You guys just have mediocre acting skills. 
                          
He takes a foot back, and you chase after it with your own, stepping into his previous position. With every turn, the cold air hits your skin and relieves some pressure. The beautiful sound of classical music is still going strong and you're absorbing the notes, remembering each of your cues.