Doe Ray: How now, brown doe?

"Fair doe," he said, "forgive me for being so bold, but you are the most enchanting female of my species that it has been my pleasure to encounter in the last sixteen days, eighteen hours and thirty-six minutes."

"But who's counting?" a voice remarked in the background. The stag shot a cold glance in its general direction and hmphed.

"Snide comments aside," he continued as he returned her hand, "you are indeed beautiful, and I would be delighted if you would care to accompany me to the ball tonight."

"B-ball?" the doe stuttered. Hmm, that word had a couple of very different meanings, didn't it?

"A formal dance," the handsome stag specified. "An evening of good company, food and drink - neither to excess. Then if the lady permits - and only then - we shall dance the night away to the classics."

The doe frowned. They needed a lady's permission to dance? Oh, he meant her!

She looked at the 'whitecoats' behind him and found them nodding encouragingly.

"Tonight?"

He sighed. "Yes, I am afraid that leaves you about six hours for preparations. I would have given you more had we met earlier, but what can I do?"

"Excuse me," she muttered, and...

1. went to talk with the staff
2. fled back through the transformation chamber
3. ran out through the door the stag had come in through

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