Euterpe watched him go and sent a text to Clio about how well it was going. When he returned she'd already slipped her phone back into her cleavage - bras were wonderful inventions that doubled for pockets - and smiled at him. "Thank you, mi'lord," she told him with a little curtsy.
"It's certainly warm in here," she said, looking at his damp hair and fanning herself with the napkin. "It's a wonderful party though!"