conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "A ball, huh?" In class the next morning, the teacher told us the Imperial Academy was hosting a ball, and a lavish one at that, as it would double as Philine’s society debut. That much was fine. In fact, I thought it was wonderful news. The problem: my participation was mandatory.
conversations.prefix: Teacher:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You seem displeased, Rae." We were in the classroom, eating lunch with Philine, Lana, and Frieda.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I am displeased, Miss Claire. You know better than anyone how bad I am at dancing!"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "My, how unexpected. I thought you were the type to do everything perfectly."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Dance is easy! Just let your fiery hot passion take control of your body!"
conversations.prefix: Frieda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "We’re talking about ballroom dancing. Sure, there was room for self-expression in ballroom dance, but that kind of flourish was better left to the experts."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Isn’t this a good opportunity to learn? We can practice like we did for the ceremonial dance."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh no, do I have to wear that training harness again?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Is that a problem?" I enjoyed having Claire fuss over me, but that training harness seriously wore me out. In fact, simply recalling all that practice made me tired.
conversations.prefix: Claire: