What made it difficult was his wife on his other side. Her hand kept touching his thigh, running her delicate fingers up and down the seam on the inside of his leg. She would pause at certain points and squeeze his knee or upper thigh. Draco's attention strayed far from the show in front of him and instead to the glorious sight of his wife next to him. Her lips were parted slightly with her eyes fixed in front of her. Her chest rose slowly with each breath and allowed Draco a small glimpse of his mark on her with each rise. His pants grew too tight with every touch she administered and Draco just wanted the performance to end.