His knee parted the tsarevna’s thighs, and I blushed so profusely I knew Undine would mock me for it, if she had been looking at all. But every face in the theater was turned toward Sevastyan. He was the beacon of a hundred unblinking stares.
I thought she was a sex worker? Seems strange for someone of that background to be so embarrassed seeing a dance simulating sexual intimacy.
