Beautiful girl.

Suddenly, there's a sudden silence in the room. Both men turn to realise that she is right behind them. And she is smiling. All the men see a beautiful smile, but only these two see the unpleasant quality of it. She's *not* pleased to see them here.

... at how every male in the room tries to pretend he's not looking at her. All the women notice is a lot of men trying to make their eyes return to the person they're speaking to, but it's a losing battle, as the girl walks slowly through the room, smiling. Only Roger, the eunuch, and Peter, his insipid little friend, are immune. Roger's lone, falsetto, voice is heard to say in the silence, "Can't be real, can it, precious?" To which Peter's nauseating whine replies, "Oooh, no, love." Somehow this does not decrease the tension in the gathering. Keep it up, visvambhari, good fun.