Dance with a Demon: Winter Ball at the Academy

It all started with a joke. A small argument—after which the loser, meaning me, had to invite a random guy to dance. The trouble was that the first random guy turned out to be a formidable inspector who had arrived at the academy from the capital. And he was also an icy demon of the accursed duchy of Santor. But the worst part was that the demon accepted my invitation.