Why would he leave?

‘I shall endeavour to answer any questions you would like to ask, Lady Elena,’ the young man said, and Elena smiled.

‘Please, just call me Elena. And sit,’ she gestured to the chair and he did so. Much to his surprise, she dropped to the floor at his feet, giving him a prime view down her bodice.

‘First question,’ she said, ‘what shall I call you?’

‘Alfred,’ he told her, sitting forward a little in the chair as he spoke. Elena hoped he was angling for a better look at her breasts, and put her arms up to sweep her hair over one shoulder, pushing out her chest as she did so.

If he hadn’t been looking before, he was now.

‘Alfred,’ she said slowly. ‘Where are you from, Alfred?’ She sat up on her knees so she could rest her elbow on the arm of his chair. Her breasts now pressed against his knees, but she pretended not to notice.

‘Lu-Luziel,’ he said, his eyes flicking between her face and her breasts. She gasped.

‘Oh, tell me about Luziel,’ she said, sitting up more, so that her breasts moved away from his knees. She heard him let out a sigh, before she placed her hand on his leg and she felt him tense up again.

‘I hear it’s a place full of all sorts of villainy,’ she said, pressing lightly on his thigh. ‘Where the nobility throw the most outrageous parties, full of debauchery and forbidden pleasures?’ She looked down at the bulge in his trousers now, and pressed her thighs together against the familiar warmth.

‘Do you know what they do at these parties, Alfred?’ she asked, looking up at him. ‘Could you show me?’