Jacqueline had been standing and enjoying the music when a duke came over, obviously overly indulged in far too much wine. He was a tall fellow and slightly portly. He had salt and pepper hair and a tweed, brown suit and red tie. His left hand held a glass a wine which he handed off to a passes servant. 
"Hahah! So you much be the lovely Jacqueline. You're just as lovely as your parent's said. My, my, were I a few years younger I'd be at this ball for your hand, my dear." He picked up her hand and kissed the back. "You may call me Sir Bryant." 
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Bryant. And to what do I owe the honor?" Jacqueline said with a calm smile. 
"Why a dance of course! It would be an honor for [I]me[/I] if you could grace me with that lovely body of yours." Sir Bryant laughed then laughed harder, seeing as how that could be taken the wrong way. He revised himself. "A dance, love, join me in a dance." Though he did not wait for an answer as he pulled her onto the already crowded dance floor. 
It was all Jacqueline could do to keep the disgust off her face and her amused smile in place. The man held her too tight and far to close to her liking and he wreaked of alcohol. 
"Such a lovely little flower, with your deep brown hair." The duke cooed as he fondly stroked her locks on her forehead. 
[I]I feel sick. I wish this song would end. His hands are sweaty and sticky. Crap! Smile! I hope I'm smiling...[/I]