"Sex?!" Kiki stared at Helena in open-mouthed horror before she sniffed disdainfully. "You've got to be fucking kidding, Lena. You're married." She gave the other woman a pointed look. "What's the point of that bullshit if not for the free fucking sex?!"
Following Helena down the corridor, Kiki began clicking away at her iPhone. "We'll get some booze delivered; I'm so not ready to make my debut in the city. God, all those fucking pig paparazzi asking about Ryan..." She lifted her head and laughed sharp. "That's what I'll fucking give up for Lent: the paparazzi!"