A chunk of flesh from the roasting pig over the spit would have done wonders for her stomach.
She'd been so angry the smell of juicy meat couldn't sway her and now miles away with her anger gone and her friend, Helen, gushing over the smiling stranger, Agnes' hunger revealed itself to be more than she'd recognized when it growled persistently.

"We should go back and get you something to eat."
Helen turned but Agnes caught her before she got far.

"I'm in enough trouble as it is helping you sneak out!"

Helen winced.
"How did my parents know it was you?"

"My grandmother reminded them I was your only friend who liked to cause trouble."

"You are not." She denied then hugged her arm.

"I'm aware. I'm your only friend dumb enough to listen to your half baked plans. Now you go home and rest. You've had enough fun." Agnes replied taking her hand away trying to hold on to her emotions. Why she listened to Helen sometimes, she really needed to figure it out.

The white painted home appeared down the path with lanterns still burning at the window and Helen sighed.
"I have to face a different music now."
Her friend looked so sad. Agnes sighed.

"You'll be fine. Just blame me. My grandmother did already."
She hugged Helen and watched her enter her house where her parents would hug her and berate her a little but ultimately they'd forgive her.
Agnes rubbed her arm and looked up at the moon. Her heart ached.

Her feet took her to her quaint quarters.
There was no light waiting for her upon her arrival.
She pushed the door to no yield.
She knocked, "Grandmother! I'm home!"
She knocked several times yet no response.
The least the old woman could have done was left her supper out the door. Her eyes looked to the stars. She couldn't make out the constellations out. The hunger  played a part.
Agnes began to think where she could find some wild berries or fruits to sate her stomach since sleep would not be possible on an empty one.

Ah! The pig would have been delicious.
And there would have been left overs.
There would be! She jumped to her feet and spared one glance at the barred door.
The promise of food carried her swiftly to the party just as it was nearing its end.
And praises to Demeter, there was still a ton of pig left.
She shook her head. These people only cared about the wine and other things she was too innocent to imagine and she was grateful for that.
Her stomach rumbled with vengeance.

"I knew you would return." The voice belonged to a frame blocking her view.

"Yes, I came for the meat if that's alright."

He laughed. His good spirits meant he'd let her have some Agnes happily noted.
Her heart raced when she spotted a few bodies migrating towards the pig with dangerous eyes of desire.

"I've heard people call it many things, but meat is the first." He said touching her hand.
"I can give you a kiss, but that'll be all you'd get..."

They drew closer while the man continued to intruded on her personal space.
What if they devoured all the meat and left just the head?
She shoved past him and dove for the knife.

She laughed at the losers and began filling several plates for herself.

Only when she was satisfied with her plates, did she sit to feast.

Some parts of her meal were drier than the rest so She grabbed the jug and poured herself a small cup of wine.
Agnes looked into the cup, pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste of the wine; it was the finest she'd tasted so she poured another cup. She remembered something about sweet wine not getting one drunk so she drank to her satisfaction.

Two men later joined her at her table for one.
"You two must be brothers or friends."

"Pray tell, how did you come to this conclusion?"

"You two are so handsome." She smiled then hiccuped.

"So you aren't unaware of our appearances." The man was one she recognized from the road a time ago.
Such luck that they would meet. Some might call it fate but she wasn't stupid.

"I'm not blind, lords." She drank the sweet wine and sucked on the last of her bone. There were delicious juices stuck inside the bone and she wanted every bit of it.
She regretted nothing, she laughed.
The suddenness of her laughter caused the men to exchange looks.

"If you two would excuse me," she swayed on her feet and grabbed the table for a second before confidently standing tall.

"I would like to try the desserts."

Agnes laughed heartily at all the jokes she was told.
The wine which flowed through her veins helped her forget the shadow of her burdens looming over her shoulders. They were gone and she was free to Dance to the lyre's tune with partners who were happy to oblige.

"Come with me," her last dance partner said, leading her away from the party and into a corner.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her to the length of him, gripping her buttocks with grunts that brought back thoughts of the delicious pig.
Agnes cringed at the moisture on her neck and jaws then he licked her jaw and she giggled.
"Stop. I can't let you do this unless we're married."

"I'll marry you." He said and she gasped.

"You will?" She thanked the gods.

"Of course. Now take off the kolpos."

"No. Come, let's go to my grandmother. Once we're married I'll take it all off." She laughed.

"Don't be stubborn. I said I'll marry you." He pushed her against the wall tugging at her clothes.

"And I said marry me first." She pushed him back.

Pain broke the skin of her lip and Agnes tasted the blood while her left cheek rang with pain.
"Bitch. You should be glad anyone wanted you. You're no better than the swine on the pit." He screamed.
She laughed at his attempt at insults, her grandmother did it better.
"Yet here you are wanting the pig."
He growled and raised his hand.