[ olivia feels terrible, that much is obvious. she had hoped that by now, all such incidences could be put far behind them. but how was she to know that the man would still be here? he certainly looks fine now — not! not that olivia looked that much! this time! — so what was he still doing here?
when sieglinde makes mention of his salacious misdeeds, olivia makes a low, miserable sound in her throat, head lowering into her hands. if a person could die of too much blushing, she'd probably already be six feet under.
but as much as she'd like to pretend she were somewhere else in that moment, it would have been too rude to ignore a clear question directed towards her. ]
I'm... I'm a dancer... [ she supposes that counts as a profession. sometimes she gets paid for it, after all. ]
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when sieglinde makes mention of his salacious misdeeds, olivia makes a low, miserable sound in her throat, head lowering into her hands. if a person could die of too much blushing, she'd probably already be six feet under.
but as much as she'd like to pretend she were somewhere else in that moment, it would have been too rude to ignore a clear question directed towards her. ]
I'm... I'm a dancer... [ she supposes that counts as a profession. sometimes she gets paid for it, after all. ]