The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with the same camera and ballroom. The man has answered her curtsy: he stands in the same place, doing a perfect, deadly serious ballet reverence, one long leg pointed out in front of him, one arm curved gracefully out to the side, chin high, eyes closed with dignity, lips closed. The tails of his long black coat have opened up and transformed into a huge, stiff, fluffy bright red ballet tutu around his waist, sticking straight out, enormous and ridiculous on this tall solemn man. His white shirt and the small red flower are still visible; his black trousers show below the tutu. The woman on the left has risen from her curtsy and is laughing helplessly for real, her head thrown back, eyes shut, her mouth open, one hand pressed to her stomach. Each has exactly two arms and two hands. No umbrella in his hands: it hangs from his forearm. No text.
