The man had been eying the woman all night, but he'd been fiddling with that ridiculous little gold band on his hand. It was holding him back. He desired her though, she could smell it on him. He'd drank quite a bit, but he was keeping his cool. He knew it would be wrong for him to move forward.
This would have been a lot easier if Peithos was sitting beside her, but she wasn't. Then again, if Peitho was sitting beside her, this would have been dragged into the back alley and followed by screams and cursing. No, this was something far cleaner than what happened with her sometimes partner.
The goddess, draped in a black dress, hugging her form tightly, slipped up behind the man. "You've been looking at her all night," she whispered over the low music that was playing in the room.
"I'm a married man," he said quickly.
"But you want her," she said slowly and seductively in his ear. "You'll feel better when it's over." It was a lie, but she wasn't in the business of slinging truths. He'd be sated and satisfied after he was with her. It'd be the first step to his descent of giving in to his desires at a whim.
"I love my wife," he said desperately, before he let out a gasp.
Bia could feel his self-control leak out of the gaping would she made with her knife. "Don't you deserve a little reward for being such a good husband? All those temptations you'd had to pass by. This time is different, isn't it?"