Steamy Diaries
She was wearing a simple dress, her body hidden beneath layers of fabric.
Roman sat up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice suspicious.
The girl curtsied, her head bowed. "I am Lady Elara, my lord," she said, her voice soft and demure. "I have come to offer myself to you, as is the custom of Prima Nocta."