Our visit to the opera turned out to be much more fun than I had expected: Richard was right–once again. I don't remember having been there since schooltimes, so I didn't know how beautiful it is if you look at it with the eyes of an adult: The atmosphere, all the nice people looking just great...including me *giggles*.

Besides some non-descript looks by some of the women, I got so many admiring gazes by the gentlemen. This felt really good and spurred my ambition. I tried to walk, behave and look as lovely and feminine as possible. Richard seemed to notice and gave me some appreciative smiles.

Well, when the lights turned off, I reclined in my seat and tried to follow the play–without much success, so I decided to just look at all the colourful costumes and elegant movements.

When the first part was over, we went to the lobby to have a drink. Again this was just great. I so loved all those people looking and smiling at me. I did my best to reciprocate.

And then there was this really handsome gentlemen coming over to us. As it turned out, he is a friend of Richard. I was fascinated by his aristocratic appereance, his dark eyes, his greying hair, his stern face. I felt very attracted to him, and so I tried to give my best: I checked my posture, puckered my slightly open lips slightly more, raised my breast and gave him my most alluring look.

"Sweetie," said Richard towards me, "this is Professor Beckert. He lectures international law at our university." Turning towards him, he pointed at me and said: "Allow me to introduce - this is Jessy."