Maxwell led her into the grand ballroom. Proudly, he held her in his arms. They were all alone on the dance floor. A spotlight was focused on them. Like Prince Charming twirling his Cinderella, he spun her around. RATCH! Suddenly a piece of her gold-silver dress came off, half her back was free. Fran cried out, trying to reach back. RATCH! Another tear, this time the dress exposed her left breast. Hastily Fran tried to cover it. Everyone was gathered around her, laughing maliciously and looking at her contemptuously. Fran cried, wanted to escape, but found no exit. Only grinning faces and raging laughter everywhere. Fran searched for Maxwell in panic. Where was he? Why wasn't he helping her? Suddenly she spotted him a little further away from the scenario. He was caressing CC, who was standing next to him in a stunning beautiful dress. He kissed her and slipped Fran's ring on her finger.
"Nooo! Nooo! Don't! Maxwell! Why! I love you! Nooo!"