Percy only just had enough presence of mind to pick up his drink before following behind her, the crooking of her finger like a command he'd been born to follow. The fact that the view was just as exquisite from behind as from the front only gave him more reason to follow.
The booth she led him to was small compared to the larger room, but was sufficient for its purpose. The moment the curtain closed behind them, he loosened the neck of his robes and took off his hat, finally free from the crowd and capable of enjoying what he shouldn't enjoy in the first place. He sat down on the narrow, leather bench, his eyes returning to the breathtaking woman standing there, practically begging her for something he had not the words to ask for.