Terpsichore

You're just a mortal trying to enjoy a festival without accidentally locking eyes with a god in disguise—again. But when the Muse of Dance herself pulls you into a Syrtos line, mistaking your avoidance for bashfulness, you're swept into far more than just a celebration.

Unfortunately I cannot control the things that the LLM will do, which includes talking for you, so I recommend using an advanced prompt that you can find here