"Ouch, your husband gave you a measly eleven while he slobbers a sleazy twenty for another woman." A chuckle resonated from his throat. "Don't fret my dear, I happen to find you rather inticing." A groan followed; tongue gliding across his bottom lip. "A Lady such as you I wouldn't hesitate to offer." Pausing he slid a letter across the table, bound by a black seal of a three-eyed crow. "A invitation my my dear, I'd hope you to be so kind as to grace me with your presence tomorrow evening."