Were they...?
Charlotte gave Roselle a puzzled look, unable to glean any further answers from his suddenly mysterious expression.
This guy has been sneaking glances at me ever since we entered the box, barely watching the play below. He makes it seem as though I invited him here... she grumbled silently, then followed the direction Roselle indicated and looked at the partition between the boxes.
There had indeed been a noise from Earl Foulis's box next door, but Charlotte thought it sounded more like a chair being accidentally knocked over than the pair making any overly vigorous movements.
Does he think those two young nobles have already taken advantage of the dim lighting and half-drawn curtains to throw themselves into each other's arms? However close they are, surely they wouldn't do that in a semipublic place like this... No, some nobles will sneak into the garden during breaks at a ball to do things they wouldn't want anyone seeing... Remembering what she had glimpsed at the many balls she had attended, Charlotte began to doubt her own guess.
But as a Sheriff, she had already incorporated Bols District, where the Grand Theater stood, into her "jurisdiction." Although she had no official appointment and had not advanced long enough for this ability to take full effect, her perception of conflicts and violence in her surroundings still allowed her to judge that nothing too intense had happened in the neighboring box.
Unless they're doing something a little more "restrained"... Glancing at Roselle beside her, who still wore a knowing expression, Charlotte raised her right hand and lightly pinched her earlobe as though adjusting the strands of hair hanging beside it, quietly activating Spirit Vision.
The spiritual auras emitted by living bodies, materials with spiritual power, and Sealed Artifacts could penetrate thin obstructions