There's a woosh, and Aladdin/Prince Ali arrives on a flying , well, floating ,rolling carpet. Okay, it's only inches off the ground, and it makes a bit of a whirring sound like a soft vacuum cleaner, but there's Aladin! Complete with an Aladdin mask.
Whoever he is, he's a younger wilder.
The Disco Ball goes 'Whoa."
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"An exshallent notshun," the Queen declares, "I' a little drunk. My next command is everyone but the msuici..musica...the guys making the music, must danshe! Fine someone you think is cute, and danshe! Or just.. ya know, boggie in your corner." She moves towards the Emprorer, "Ready to cut a rug, or were you thinking of Roman off? get it, roman? Oh forget it. I blame the wine. "
The music hits dance notes and, well, everyone HAS to Dance. The Queen commanded it.
The Hawk swoops towards the sparrow and clutches at her shoulder in a talon like motion, "May I ave this dance?"
Some women are doing the asking of their fellows elsewhere, and vice versa.
