I need a minute - a long one - and instead of running outside for some fresh air, I position myself on the outskirts of the large room and shuffle into a corner. Under the guise of composing myself and rejuvenating my appearance, I straighten my blouse and adjust my skirt hem. Glancing around the area, confident I am well concealed in the dim space, I subtly rub my legs together. I’m a little shocked, but not entirely unsurprised that that awareness has developed into more than a subtle tingle which has never made an appearance before. Well, not without my assistance anyway - and definitely not because of a...