Lory pulled her arms tighter about herself.

“Until I get married,” she filled in, voice harsher than she wanted.

She frowned, and took a breath before trying again.

“I don’t know I could stand it long. I can,” she glanced up at the passers-by, then leaned down to whisper, “I can take a lover this way.”

More like she could fantasize about taking an actual lover whilst said fantasy pranced about.