Placing your hands on each other's waists, you and the countess dance a lovely pas de deux, hampered by the fact that your dresses are each like 10 feet in diameter and neither of you knows what a pas de deux is. The countess whispers that you should try to slip away to some place more private.

"I think the gazebo is abandoned."

"How about the back seat of your car?"

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