Every aspect of the hotel appeared to have been tailored to give its guests the richest experience possible. The strangest, in so many ways, but without a pause in the thrill of the anticipation of a new adventure. The masque with its delicate balance of elegance and entertainment was no different, and where Phryne might've liked a seat then she could more easily lounge against without the sharp edges of its borders if she chose to drape herself in its arms in any other way but mostly upright, she had no real complaint. Certainly not while she shifted to lean back against the chair's back in watching the man across from her.

"I've never heard any complaints," she replied, voice warm with flirtation and amusement not soon pulled apart. The chilled glass against her fingers where she curled them against the delicate stem of her flute saw her lifting it to him in a small toast, "Then again, a more hands-on exercise would be in order to get a more informed opinion. Don't you agree?"