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Dear Sir Williard,

It is just after two o'clock local time, and I am back in my room. I had expected to be writing to let you know that I had accepted Dr. Miller's offer and joined the East Orion Trading Company under his supervision in spite of my reservations about his character. After Saminya left me this morning, I took the time to write the previous installment of this letter, and then in an attempt to clear my mind of both my improper treatment of the lovely Hindi nurse and Dr. Miller's apology I decided to take lunch in the hotel's dining room.

The dining hall was only partially occupied with three families dressed in their fine clothing filling several of the tables. I recognized several of high ranking officials of the company, men whose favour would easily secure a position here in Rajah’s oldest and wealthiest city. Of course I was not so improper as to introduce myself, but I hope you’ll understand my motives when I tell you I took the time to study each of the great men and their families. If only I had had some way to introduce myself, Sir Williard I could have found a way to avoid bending my will to Dr. Miller and his plans for me.

I had just finished my luncheon of a cold green vegetable pureed soup, pickled herring and a veal imperial entree when I saw three of the young ladies excuse themselves and leave their parents to finish eating while they made their way into the hotel gardens. I decided not to stay and sample the cheese and fruit platters or the deserts that I saw servers bringing from the kitchens. Instead I too made my way through the great glass doors that separated the dining room from the terrace and gardens. Please do not think, Sir Williard, that I was stalking the three elegant young ladies, I had planned to stroll the grounds after eating anyways, but I confess a small part of my decision was based on the hope that I might find meet the trio on the grounds and through them perhaps be introduced to their fathers.

I had walked the Edwardian Royal gardens before, and of course remembered with frightening clarity the scene of the Colonial matriarch and her tryst with the two dark-skinned servants. Scattered throughout the paved pathways are idyllic little groves with trellis roses and stone benches conveniently placed for strollers who wished a place to stop and engage in private discourse. In the quiet hours of the early afternoon, the great garden was relinquished, as far as I could tell, to myself and the group of lovely young debutantes who I glimpsed moving about its paths like butterflies sojourning from flower to flower.

At first Sir Williard I believed the movement of the trio to be a random as the motion of a molecule suspended in a solution, but in time I came to understand that these lovely young dryads knew the wandering paths and trail-ways of this maze like garden so well that they were in fact contriving to meet as I explored the wonders of this new planet. I would of course each time politely greet the young ladies, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on their smooth throats, low cut necklines or silk covered calves. During these short exchanges, it was confirmed that I was 'the Doctor who had just arrived on the Cosmoliner.' I had high hopes that before the families left the hotel, I would have a chance to meet and impress the Lords of the East Orion Company that were sitting in the dinning hall. Names were exchanged, but under the circumstances which I will detail, it would be best not to disclose any specific identities.

Recall if you will Sir Williard, my descriptions of the fashions here in New India and with that in mind consider the following. When these young women escape the somber influence of their parents and chaperons, those adaptations became even more ****. I wonder what these girl’s mothers would say if they saw the loosened corsets, and how the sleeves of the dresses were pulled off the pale white shoulders to rest instead on slender arms displaying the lovely curve of shoulders and oftentimes even the swell of pale bosoms. That is not all, under the pretext (I suppose) of keeping clean their expensive dresses, the young gentlewomen would lift their skirts high off the ground exposing the petticoats and stockinged legs underneath.

After each pass the group of ladies would burst into giggles and whispers and I could only assume that I was the source of their amusement, two of the three in particular were very daring. One, who wore a dress of vibrant indigo all but bared her very plump breasts, and her companion in a silver-trimmed walking dress paused less than a dozen feet in front of me to adjust her stocking knowing full well she was displaying her leg brazenly. Under normal circumstances, I might well have enjoyed the bold flirtation of these colonial nymphs, but remember Sir Williard, I had hoped to impress the officers of the company. I knew too well how powerful the fathers of these young ladies were, thankfully after the night I spent with Saminya the explosive sexual need that I had been fighting since my arrival on Rajah-4 was not overwhelming.

And then suddenly I was alone in the gardens, there was no sign of the flirtatious trio and after nearly five minutes of solitude I began to lose hope that I would be able to get the much needed introduction when suddenly Miss Silver (I have decided to use pseudonyms based on the colour of the young ladies gowns to protect the reputations of the young women) ran up crying out to me as she closed.

“Doctor, Doctor!” She grabbed me suddenly by my arm “come quick Sir, there is something dreadfully wrong with Peach.” I had thought perhaps to have stumbled upon an introduction of the most extraordinary kind. What better way to make the acquaintance of the most important men of Rajah-4 then by skillfully treating one of their beloved daughters and relieving her of some minor affliction? I eagerly following the frightened woman deeper into the gardens until I could hear the moaning of a woman in distress ahead and then I hurried ahead of my guide coming unexpectedly on a scene I will never forget.

The small clearing was much like the small grove where I first saw the horrifying sexual **** of the Englishwoman my first night at the Edwardian: however unlike in that encounter where the dark of night concealed some of what was happening what I saw before me today was unmistakable. Miss Peach stretched out upon one of the stone benches without a stitch of clothing upon her, her body as naked and beautiful as Saminya's golden form but as pale as a marble statue carved by the greatest classical sculptor of ancient Greece. Her hands had been bound above her head and her legs pulled to either side of the sparkling bench and tied to the base. The cause of her moans were easy to determine even for a simple man like myself, the last of the three debutantes, Miss Indigo, was kneeling by her side and stroking her nether lips with her fingers. When she saw my arrival she sensuously lowered her mouth to the bound sacrifice’s breasts, and sucked one of the swollen teats into her puckered lips, nibbling on the hardened tip before releasing it with a feral smile. The wild eyes of the lovely young woman stretched out on the bench widened in surprise and horror when she saw me but she was unable to articulate any words so caught up was she in the enormity of her situation. I was just about to storm to the lovely maiden’s defense when Miss Silver caught up with me from behind.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded of her. Sir Williard, you cannot imagine the wicked smile that was on that vixen's face as Miss Silver explained to me that they were helping Miss Peach resolve a dreadful tension that was causing her distress. The lovely blonde was overtaken by the Blush and needed a man to quench the fire that had been stoked in her inner furnace. For just a moment Sir Williard, I was stunned by the unexpected wickedness right in the middle of the day right here in this garden of Eden. I have already, as you know, experienced the heat of passion that is Rajah-4's curse. But to see a white woman, a British citizen from one of our most esteemed families at that, writhing under the influence of the Blush just a dozen feet from where I stood was a shock.

“She’s still untouched Doctor,” Miss Silver's voice was as gentle and melodic as a siren’s even if the words were so absolutely immoral “and she thinks you’re handsome. Don't you want to be the man who pops her?” Sensing my indecision, the vixen continued her seductive whisperings “She is so hot and wet right now you’d just slide in, right up to her maidenhead that is, and then with one hard…”