Finally, I escaped into the back where some people were working on finishing a music video. It wasn't one I'd had a part working on, and it was all wrong. It was a video about Venger of Dungeons & Dragons, but they had a petite woman playing him. It looked ridiculous. As the song played on, this she-Venger was made to appear as small and helpless as a baby and was in the arms of some light blue goddess. The video sucked. I left.

Next, I walked into a room where there was an unmade bed. I froze when I saw the real Venger. He was perfect: tall, handsome, graceful, and commanding.

He held out a hand to me and said I would waltz with him.

I said, "I don't know how to waltz."

Even as I said it, I remembered that he could give such experience to my mind. I smiled to myself as I realized that I did suddenly know how to waltz, and then I looked at him. He had a sexy, knowing smirk on his face. No words. I conceded and took his hand.

He led us onto the uncovered bed. I considered the difficulty of the limited space and soft surface, but he seemed unconcerned.

We got into position and began. It was easy at first. We kept the box step tight, but soon he was leading into a wider box step and turning. It would have been great on a dance floor, but I was afraid I was going to fall off the bed (and this was a bad thing, as though falling off the bed meant death). Luckily, I was able to keep my feet from going too near the edge.

But then the next turn left him without enough room. He slipped. His legs were hanging off the bed, straight down. There was no floor. I caught his wrists and stopped his fall. He looked genuinely afraid, but never uttered a sound.