Helen: Revelation 4

As we dance, I make idle chat.  He's a pharmaceutical representative in his early thirties with a wife and two beautiful children in Wisconsin.  He enjoys the unique experiences afforded to him by travel such as attending a masquerade.  I share with him some of the light details of my life; age, profession, and hometown.  As the song concludes, I thank him for the dance before moving along.
As I again make my way across the ballroom floor, hands grab both of my wrists from behind me.  I try to turn my head to view who has grabbed me but they elude my line of sight while pushing my arms to make me twist, turn and move.  I try to break free but am forced to continue moving with the music as my unknown puppeteer pilots me around and around.   I'm pushed through a thick velvet curtain as I catch myself on the balcony railing.  I'd love to take a deep breath of fresh air and regain myself, but still don't know who was behind me.  I swiftly spin around to view my manipulator but am thrown off balance from my own spin, collapsing to the floor.
The scene is spinning but I can pick out certain objects.  The burgundy curtain, the brown armchair, the white tile.
"Who was that you were dancing with?" The brown armchair asks.  Hm, not an armchair.  I've got to regain my focus.