Try to hide your shame

"Oh, don’t be shy. Even a whorehouse opera must seem impressive to one such as you. And men will be men." She pauses to stare out across the teeming masses below. "Or maybe nobler experiences impressed on you?" She smirks. "I do not even blame you. It seems we all tend towards exuberance at times. You are in shipping, you said?"

The two of you while away some time in pleasant enough conversation.

Until the Landlocked Commodore announces his coming presence, military steps and iced glasses balanced precariously by someone unfamiliar with carrying a tray. He hands her her drink first, then toasts you with his own distillate. "Did you enjoy the show?"

You again accustom your taste buds to the foul taste and slur out a non-committal answer.

"Oh, cheer up, good man." The Thoroughbred Blonde pauses to take a sip. "You might have missed the best parts, but the second half is always better than the first..."