Melpomene lay her head back on her pillow, which felt obscenely soft, after what he'd just done to her. Also she could feel the blood from her shoulder, seeping into her sheets. She could feel plenty of things, seeping into her sheets. "Fuck," she agreed, about the booze, though she made no effort to move, aside from the heaving of her chest. Her bedroom opened out onto a second smaller balcony, and she'd left the doors open earlier because the night was so warm. She was glad she had, now; the fresh air felt like a caress against her skin. "Could really fucking use that ouzo now, too," she added, her voice hoarse.