Delia grumbled at the mention of Harry, but she did her best not to say a word. She adored Mary and did not want to upset her with her thoughts on her brother, besides, she would say something about how she had never met him and Delia would have nothing to say back. She let Mary take the lead for the time being, she had been in the theater before and knew how to get in better than she did. Usually it was hard to let someone else lead, but with Mary she had no issue, she loved Mary and trusted her with her life.
She and Paddy, or rather Dominique and her dear cousin Percy, stood well back, arm and arm as Mary made them a way in. She kissed his cheek and smiled, maintaining her French accent as she spoke, "Come, cousin Percy, it is time to get dressed."
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Mademoiselle Dominique raised another fifty pounds, doing her best to ignore the gentleman pressed against her right side. He was trying to run his hand up her skirts and whispering into her ear filthy things that he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him, she smiled politely pretending not to completely understand him as she took a sip of her wine. She let him stay there, it made her look distracted and made it easier to hide her cheating.
With a quick glance to her left, she ran a finger along the bottom of her mask, signaling to her 'sister' and 'cousin' that the man to her left was starting to get desperate. He would keep raising the pot if they kept the pressure on him.
"Monsieur, I can assure you nothing of yours is up my skirts." she leaned back a little in her chair, pretending to pull away from his touch, and he responded as one would guess. He said something to the effect of 'would you like something to be', to which she giggled, lightly tapped him with her fan. "You must be kind to me, Monsieur, or else I shall have to have my dear English cousin after you."