Nothing hit, really, except Ozymandias' last sentence — she hated that everyone was looking at her now, and she could not control when they were looking at her. A faint flush appeared on her face. Sina attempted to stifle it with a sip of her brandy, but grimaced when she swallowed the alcohol so swiftly that it burned.
"You're the one who's so desperate to impress people," Sina snapped. "Did it make you feel like a big man, fucking a performer?" It could not be that Thomasina was not enough for him; she would not abide that. This affair had to come down to a defect in his character, a flaw which the ballerina had identified for exploitation. Ozymandias was better than most people, but he was incredibly proud — no doubt Voss had appealed to that side of him.
"You're the one who's so desperate to impress people," Sina snapped. "Did it make you feel like a big man, fucking a performer?" It could not be that Thomasina was not enough for him; she would not abide that. This affair had to come down to a defect in his character, a flaw which the ballerina had identified for exploitation. Ozymandias was better than most people, but he was incredibly proud — no doubt Voss had appealed to that side of him.
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