She leaned in suddenly, kissing his cheek—then lower, her breath hot against his neck.
He pulled back. “Maddy, stop.”
But she was already standing.
She staggered slightly, then giggled. “Is it warm in here? Gods, it feels so hot.”
Whispers broke through the music.
Maddy turned, eyes darting across the room. She spotted another man—older, a war mage. With the swinging hips and the shaking hands she moved towards him.
“You must be so strong under all those robes,” she cooed, fingers brushing his shoulder. “I bet you could hold someone down for hours.”
The mage recoiled. “My lady—”
“Come on,” she whispered, leaning close. “Don’t you want to touch something real for once?”
Gasps echoed from the table behind them.
Sophia stood, wine still in hand, her expression calm.
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