Spying on Ladynoir: the story of a creeper in the crowd and a fancy-shmancy ball

I've got to be honest here people. I posted this on a whim. I don't even know if there's going to be a plot. I just caught whiff of a dance-related Ladynoir story on someone's tumblr post that I will link somewhere (but not here apparently), and now you get this mess. Mayor Bourgeois decides to throw a ball for Paris' favorite superheros. And I am going to attend even if I have to sell my house, my soul, and my dog. (Maybe not my dog. Please don't ask that of me. He is my life and soul and heart and mind.) I mean, like, hopefully there's some decent Ladynoir somewhere in here at some point.