FOR A SHOW THAT HAD BEEN supposedly written and prepared for rehearsals , it seemed as though the company was all but ready to put their little play into practice . The duke , it seemed , had been sitting through an hour of fumbling and rewrites between actors and compose and Lautrec . And Satine , who would check in on him with pleasantries had only been met with the response of a smile and flirtatious decorum before André's own eyes wandered off to the dancers on stand by --- or rather , one particular Kamaria .
He couldn't help himself . It had been days since their last rendezvous , and all of her coy little public displays that distracted him from the lack off distraction on stage didn't help his decision in wandering down the hall and catching her backstage .
Kiss is welcome without bothering to survey whether or not the two were alone in the hall to greet her with such affection . " It has been days , dear . " hands find themselves reading the seams of her corset as he walks her into a private room , closing the door behind him . " Don't tell me you weren't making a show of yourself out there for me to see. "