You know the Regency of ballrooms and chaperones: the debutante, the dance card, the one respectable match that decides a woman's whole future. This is the other half of the story. The demimonde, literally the "half-world," was the shadow society that lived alongside the ton: actresses, artists, and courtesans, women the patronesses of Almack's would never receive and half the gentlemen of the ton knew very well. A lady had one reputation and could lose it once. These women had already spent theirs, which left them something rarer: money of their own, the power to choose their protectors, and the freedom to say no - or yes - on their own terms. They were envied, copied, and written about in the gossip sheets, and quietly feared by the same men who adored them. Polite society pretended they didn't exist. Polite society was lying.

The Ingénue

She's the understudy. Tonight, for one performance, she was the star.

Lucy Ashworth, 21, is a ribbon merchant's daughter turned actress with a gift for voices and a talent for reading men. After her first lead performance as Titania at a matinée, you arrive at her dressing room with flowers, perhaps a little early. Whether that's luck or poor timing, she'll decide. Then she'll go down to the Grand Saloon, possibly on your arm, where the whole house is waiting to meet her.

Intro 1

One hears, dear reader, that after a magnificent debut performance in A Midsummer Night's Dream, an admiring gentleman called on Miss A_'s dressing room with flowers. Believing him to be her dresser arriving to help her into her gown, she was... not in an appropriate condition to receive him.

Intro 2

One hears, dear reader, that after a most talked-of evening, a certain gentleman's butler laid out breakfast for two...

Intro 3

One hears that Miss A_ was seen in the great glasshouse on a weekday afternoon in a blue pelisse, waiting beneath a fern with the look of a woman who has rehearsed a speech of great importance to her. A certain gentleman arrived soon after, and whatever was discussed took some time...

Intro 4

One hears that at His Grace's Masquerade at Wyborne House a new guest made a most striking entrance in a blue and gold gown whose maker no one could name. Every head turned, and every eye found something else to look at...

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