All in all, this hadn't been a bad party. The event itself was rather trite, but he'd managed to amuse himself in conversation with some people who whose company wasn't entirely odious, then danced with his wife and several distant relations who were passable company, at least for the course of one dance. His favorite part of the evening by far hadn't taken place at the party at all, but in a small room he'd talked Antigone into slipping off to. Ever since he'd raised the idea of having sex in a house full of people, a significant portion of them strangers, during the party they'd hosted that winter, the idea had been lurking in the back corner of his mind. It was a tantalizing prospect, if only because the inherent danger of being caught added a certain thrill. So when the opportunity had presented itself, he'd seized on it, and Antigone hadn't put up any particularly strong objections.

That being said, however, time had worn on and he was beginning to run out of things with which to entertain himself. He'd tracked his wife down and interrupted a conversation she was having with some woman he didn't recognize to indicate he would care to leave soon. That might have been the end of the conversation, as he expected she would agree and follow him willingly to the front door. The party was not, he imagined, so engrossing for her that she would argue for staying much longer. Before he turned to leave, though, he noticed a brightly colored smudge on her collarbone, just at the edge of her dress' neckline.

"What've you done here?" he asked, pointing it out. Had that just appeared as he'd been talking to her? He hadn't noticed it before, and it was too bright for him to have just not seen it. He certainly would have noticed during their little interlude earlier, since he'd been hungrily kissing that exact spot...

OOC: Antigone first, then open to others. Keep in mind that guests do not remember the reveal after leaving the party!