Stuart and Ailene were engaged in a leisurely bout of sex of their own to rouse themselves for the day, when they heard Teárlag's scream of pleasure ring through the halls.

"It sounds as if someone else had the same idea as we did, husband," Ailene said, lying on her side as Stuart plumbed her from behind.

"I wonder who," Stuart asked, panting.

"The only rooms close enough for us to hear would be Thorburn's, Frang's, Isobel's and the Lord Mayors. Since Isobel isn't likely to be entertaining anyone, Frang would not be coupling with another on the eve of his wedding, and the Lord Mayor looks like he's past...