Josephine stayed where she was for a little bit, awaiting for the dance to finish. As the song began to end, though, another noble male, along with two of his friends, approached her. The first, the leader no doubt, fearlessly took her hand and pulled her off the bench and to her feet. "Hey darling, want to dance?" A light blush lit her cheeks, and she tried to pull away. "I'm waiting for someone else. I'm sorry." "Aw, come on sweetheart. 'Tis just a bit of fun. You can come right back here." Another added in. She glanced quickly over in the direction of the noble whom she had been speaking to earlier, but he was distracted  again. She was pulled off away from the ballroom a bit, the boy's grasp a bit forceful on her wrist. Once in the shadows, Josephine was pinned against the wall. "Come on, darling. It'll be alright." "Unhand me, sir!" The girl struggled and pushed him away, to his surprise; she was stronger than she appeared. But that didn't stop the three boys. "Now now, no need for that, sweetie." Josephine squeaked in surprise as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Her blue eyes sparked fearfully behind her mask.