Confrontation

- Well, well, well, who's here? For the second time this evening, I'm being stared at by a woman with burning hair as brave as she is shy.

***5

Disgust but above all incomprehensible rage flooded into Ariadne's pulpit.

- I was just about to leave, Venezio Rodwan.

- Really? And you've even found out my name! But you're probably right to do so, since you're that kind of woman.

- What kind of a woman," Ariadne cried out in a sharp voice.

- Ah," exclaimed Venezio, bursting with an almost sadistic laugh, the eternal feminine curiosity. They may protest that they're not interested, but they make sure they know what men are thinking.

Ariadne raised her chin defiantly. She couldn't stand this person. But what worried her most was that he would never be indifferent to her, in this lifetime. However, she will make sure that he will never know it.