Take a look at the gardens

"I'd be delighted to see the grounds," Rebecca says with a smile. "It's been some years since I was able to visit Applethorpe Manor."

"Of course!" Let me show you about." Twilwell gestures, and Rebecca falls in by his side as he leads her around the corner of the manor, along a gravel path that leads them to a hill overlooking the estate, which falls away in front of them, a sweeping vista of green. "I suspect you're familiar with the estate in general: the woods to the southeast, and of course the trout pound you can see there. The lawns are quite lovely; I was pleased by how well the manager had maintained them while they were looking for a buyer."

"Yes, everything looks much as I remember it," Rebecca comments with a smile. "It's a charming prospect. You've done well for yourself."

"I'm quite pleased!" Twilwell says with a laugh. "I've made a few small changes, but things are mostly as you remember them, I'm sure. Come, this way - you can get a good look at the hedge maze from here, and I'm having it expanded."

"Oh, really? I remember it being quite magical as a child." Rebecca comes up short, pausing and raising an eyebrow. "Now that is...new," she comments.

The object of her attention is a fountain that's just come into view. While the fountain has always been there, on the terrace outside the house, the statue on a plinth in the middle of it has been changed. Where once there was a statue of the King who gave Lord Withington's family the estate to manage, the statue now depicts a wiry bearded man with goat legs and small horns coming from his head. More shockingly, the statue is a group composition: it also includes a nude woman, who's squatting down before the goat-legged man and has his manhood in her mouth. It's a large organ, filling the statue-woman's mouth entirely, but she's still depicted gazing up at the goat-legged man adoringly, one hand on his furry thigh and the other cradling his balls as she takes him down her throat. The man has one hand resting on her head, the other arm spread wide as though declaiming. He wears a smile that might well be considered a smirk.

Twilwell follows her eyes and laughs slightly. "Ah, yes - that is a change. I felt the previous statue was rather Gothic, so I ordered this one installed. A satyr and a nymph; classical symbols of fertility, of course. I hope that the estate will prosper."

"Hm. Fertility. Of course," Rebecca says with a little bit of a smirk. She thinks, but doesn't say, that for it to make sense as a fertility reference, they'd have to be in rather a different position.

Then a thought occurs to her. It would be forward but...should she say something? Do something? This is an unusual chance to flirt with this man after all, who apparently has...particular tastes.