The theatre is dark and resonant with notes of Mozart. Nobody in here with Paloma and the horny bastard on the floor have a clue what's happening above, or across from them. They don't know, they can't see, can't watch.

More's the pity if they would enjoy the sight. Gnawing her lip, she presses his dick between her toes and his navel. No pulse of blood goes undetected. God. She's starving.