<div style="text-align: justify;">Irina was nibbling on a strawberry tart, while Damon spoke. Unlike him, she knew what all of those sweets were, and she liked them all. "I would think you would have. But I had mistaken you for one of our nobles who come from the countryside", she explained. Sipping some wine, she calculated about how long the gala would last. "It depends on the weather, naturally. But we are having a firm weather these months, so probably around one week". The girl looked at her nails and smiled. "You may bring your own servant if you wish, but it is not necessary, the house is fully staffed, all we need to do is to be there". She was about to say something more, when the pianist started another song. "Would you like to dance again? We have many pleasant ladies here today". It was a bait, of course. She wanted to know if he would want to dance with her again, or another girl. And that would define whatever possible future there was for their liaison.</div>