The Dolphin Club

[Phineus]

Forget the three ales Marques had consumed while making small talk with Samira at the Little Calimport, the perfumed mist in the Bathing Room of the Dolphin Club and the sight of the scantily dressed woman next to him in the water was intoxicant enough. "So what that she supposedly belongs to someone else", he thought. "After all, I didn't invite her here." In fact the opposite was true.

As the girl next to him washed herself, Marques glanced up at the snotty woman at the bar, Aliera. He wanted to make sure she could see them both clearly. He would get close to Aliera soon enough, he promised himself.

"For now," he thought "enjoy your time with this one." Indeed he did. The richly decorated room, the woman next to him, the scented water, his promising future...it was all how he had envisioned it.

"How soon until it all comes crumbling down around me?"

"Who cares, enjoy yourself," was his last thought before the woman leaned in to kiss him.