If Mary could find them better clothes, then Delia could find them a place to play. There were several private clubs within the city that would suit their needs, and hopefully two lovely young things like she and Mary could get in without them batting an eye lash. If they did, Delia knew there was always a back door. Cards and things were always tricky, at least for her. She had learned to play at a young age, but for years she seemed to do nothing but lose, eventually she did get better the trouble was she got greedy, never knowing when to quit. Once the pot grew large she would have to get Mary to keep an eye on her.
She let Mary lead her but they were stopped at the door by the boy that had been told to follow her. Delia let out an annoyed sigh, "You again? You didn't believe me when I said I'd castrate you, did you?"
She was suddenly being very sweet, she let go of Mary's hand and ran her hands up and down his arms. "Can't you just forget you've seen me? I promise I'll make it worth your while." when he said something about having orders she reached up and took his neck between her hands gently. When he continued to refuse to let her go off with Mary she gave him the sweetest glasgow kiss, slamming her forehead into his.
The boy went reeling back, out the door as he held his forehead. Delia's hand went to her own forehead, "Shouldn't have done that. Ow."