Now he was being petulant; she enjoyed seeing the color rise in his cheeks. Both of them ought to be hurting, tonight — if she'd had to suffer through the embarrassment of realizing what he had been up to at the ballet, then Ozymandias had to suffer through the embarrassment of her catching him. Sina sat down in the chair next to the bottle of brandy with a dramatic flounce; she started toeing her way out of her evening shoes once she had landed.

"I'm sure I would do better, but maybe I'll get some practice in by fucking a performer," Sina said. It was an empty threat, Sina knew — it was much harder for women to sleep around behind their husbands' backs than it was for men. But she wished for some form of vengeance on him, and wouldn't that have been delicious, if she had her own ballet-boy waiting in the wings?