human
Crusch:  Crusch made her way back to Fourier and extended her hand. “Your Highness, may I have this dance?”
gpt
Fourier:  “Um…” Fourier, every bit as taken with Crusch as everyone else around them, took a moment to respond. But soon his usual expression had returned, his eyes sparkling. “Yes, certainly. But of course. As it was I who made you a woman, it is only fair that I should have the first dance.”
human
Crusch:  “—? !”
gpt
Fourier:  He meant his words to be lighthearted, but they quickly produced misunderstanding and shock among those who heard them.
human
Crusch:  Crusch only smiled gently and didn’t try to rectify the misapprehensions as she and Fourier headed for the dance floor, hand in hand. “Incidentally, I’ll ask you what I asked Ferris—can you dance the woman’s part? I’m afraid you can’t expect me to do so.”
gpt
Fourier:  “No worries, Your Highness. I know both the male and female parts. I would certainly be happy to let Your Highness dance the woman’s steps, if you’d prefer…?”
human
Crusch:  “That might be interesting in its own way, but I don’t think it would look right for you to be supporting me in your dress.”
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier offered a wry smile.
human
Crusch:  “In that case,” Crusch replied, “I shall be the woman.” Then she signaled the orchestra with a look, and they began to play. A man and a woman dance under the moonlight, the party just as it should be. —The guests will remember the steps the pair takes as their measured, elegant movements draw the tumultuous day to a gentle close.