Spethi was sipping her wine and contemplating a dance when she noticed a tall, handsome foreigner heading her direction. Spethi looked behind her and saw no other woman. Was he heading her way? “Remember you are a lioness!” thought Spethi, feeling a little nervous. She managed to smile at Othello with grace and beauty and blushed ever so slightly.

When he bowed and ask her to dance…how could she refuse?