The pair slid together. The maiden poured another spurt of oil onto the prince. For his part, the young man embraced his partner, grinding and sliding his body against hers. Soon both were slick with the oil, writhing together like two halves of the same being. The stage turned, giving the select audience a view first of the prince's muscled back and buttocks, then the maiden's willowy profile. The tempo of the music increased.
"You like her," Aine said, her voice low and relaxed.
Sparr knew better than to pretend. "She's beautiful."
"Enjoy then, Alain," Aine said, squeezing his hand once more before turning her attention back to the stage. To either side, the other couples spoke in equally hushed tones.
On stage, the maiden slipped her fingers over the prince's shoulder, nudging him d
