Mezzanine
"It matters?" Cleopatra arched a shoulder in the kind of shrug that said it didn't to her. The giggles became something else entirely, and Cleopatra's smile was a lazy curl of her mouth, indulgent. What was done was in the name of fun and good times for all.
"Do you mind?" she asked, and she had finished the next drink. That and the languidness of her body in recline said the drink had more than got to Cleopatra, nor did she mind at all.