Daphne limped out of the room, screaming for help. With every step she took, her legs felt like they were on fire, so at least that part was honest and not just a part of their act.
"Please, somebody!" She hollered at the top of her lungs, tears streaking down the sides of her face. "Somebody please come help!"
At this time, she was truly a sight. Covered in red markings that announced her wild night and her hair messy, she immediately commanded the attention of all the servants nearby. They looked with half alarm and half judgment at the way she leaned against the walls. Unknown liquid had dried against her pale legs, leaving small white trails.
Her face flushed, she looked like she had just stopped midway through a love-making session. And it wasn't one of those polite ones either. In some ways, that part of the act was also real.