A running ferret comes to a dead freeze by the table. Its nose twitches and it starts to shiver. Carefully, carefully, it backs away, before turning and running in the opposite direction.
You hear the sound of a gong, seemingly emanating from everywhere (you suspect a clever cook with a very large soup pot). A space on the floor has been cleared, and a nervous looking string quartet begins to play.
(The dance floor is now open in a separate thread to anyone who wishes to dance)
edited by pillbox on 11/2/2016