Oenopion put his hands on his jacket and had just gotten his taste of wine from the bar. Greeks knew good wine, but he was positive only his father provided the best for all of them. Naxos was covered with all kinds, some still from Greece itself to line the shelves with his own.
He turned and saw this long-legged girl. He had his nose in the glass and pulled it down from his mouth. She had so many pins in her dress he didn't know if it was stitched together to hold it up or if those were weapons for her later. He was happy to find out.