After an extended time in the bathroom and missing a lot of that infernal noise out there, I smooth down my dress, touch up my face and make my way back out into the narrow empty hall of the theatre. The corridor is deserted while the performance carries on and I take a moment to catch my breath and linger, not quite ready to go back to playing nice and thrusting my boobs at Mr Mayor just yet while fending off his wandering hands. I just need a few moments to regroup and plaster on that seductive face and fake smile.
Alexi has no idea how hard this act is to keep up long term when the object of your fake desire turns your stomach inside out.
I catch sight of the man himself walking towards me and sigh heavily, turn on my heel and walk back into the ladies' room, hoping he hasn't seen me.
