Giving Jane a taste of her own shit
There were plenty of empty hallways and adjacent rooms near the gathering hall, some of them unlocked. Jane and Tristan found one such room. Judging by pieces of equipment lying in a corner, it was a music practice room.
As soon as they were alone, Jane stepped forward, closing some of the distance between herself and Tristan. Her radiant smile became even brighter.
She was a white lily wrapped in golden leaves. Pure beauty surrounded by luxury. Her entire appearance promised that to hold her elbow was not only a pleasure by itself, but a sign of status.
However, Tristan was indifferent to it all. To him, the lily's petals hid poisonous nectar.
Then Jane looked around and scrunched her nose slightly.
"This isn't the place I'd take for a private conversation. We should go somewhere else after this. Say… a restaurant. It will be my apology. And a date, if you want to."
Tristan tilted his head slightly, feigning thinking.