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“Excuse my miss, but are you all right?” he asked.
She looked up at him. “I think so. I went to a fancy dress do last night with my idiot boyfriend, who persuaded me to have sex here afterwards. Then he deserted me. I'm sorry. We did wrong.”
The bishop felt mildly amused. “What was he dressed as?”
“Satan!”