Greta walked down to the Khedivial Salon with her eyes partially shut from the invading sunlight. Her memory was fuzzy to the night before. She remembered going to the Blue Lotus with Najia and Nesime arriving at the table shortly afterward. Then a mental image of herself dancing with Nesime appeared before her memory fazed out. She rubbed her head, attempting to soothe the ringing headache when Nesime sat next to her at the table and asked,

“Are you feeling alright?” She glared at him harshly and replied,

“Like the damn Queen of Sheba.” Nesime smirked,

“ It would appear you had too much do drink.” He knowingly suggested a wink not far from his face. Greta only moaned and sniffed the air slightly. Nesime looked at her in a confused manner and she stated,

“I’m testing the air. I like it but it doesn’t like me.” Her voice was muted. A family with small children walked by, shouting and clammering wildly, she clutched at her head. Nesime continued to smirk, “Did anything happen last night?” She asked tentatively. Nesime quirked an eyebrow.