He looks in her eyes, she in him. He kisses her, she answers to kiss. The room smells perfume, cigarette smoke and desire…
Amoret: We can’t… It’s not right. I’m married, you too. What i’m doing… stay here it was mistake.
Amoret pushes Mark away, runs from this dirty room and teleports to her palace
Mark: Princess, wait! It’s not mistake! Where are you?!









