Seeing that he was at least beginning to warm to the idea of an assignation, she continued to keep up her flirtatious air. It pained her to pretend to be such a forthright and overtly sexual being. These sort of women were the kind that her family usually frowned openly upon. The overall morality and value of society was high in Halicz; such parties and going-ons were few and far between and always disgraceful to the community. Theodozja understood that young people bound to noble duties had to have frivolities occasionally, but this was completely unnecessary. For the moment she would have to ignore her values and don the mantle befitting his unholy display.
Gingerly taking a step back she maintained eye contact with her target. "Vous me demandez mon nom? À une fête mascarade?" She laughed heartily, throwing her head back as her left hand came to rest on her chest partially to draw attention to the area and partially to ensure that her bosom stayed properly within the confines of her dress. "Vous devriez savoir mieux, Monsieur." She continued taking small steps backwards, directly herself towards the doorway by feeling along the stone wall with her hand. She turned to her side, ready to head back inside, but not before giving him an intense glance that made it clear to him to follow her. A brief wink and she had disappeared from the balcony.