She finds the next room.

She stretches her body, and proceeds to walk down the hallway yet again. The next destination isn't far. She soon comes to yet another door into a bedroom belonging to one of the Brimsley boys. She hopes that his one is more clothed than the last.

It shouldn't matter! I can resist anyway! A proper lady has no need to... t-touch herself... even if confronted by such a hunk of a man.

Swallowing hard, she knocks on the next door, and awaits a response.

"Hmm? Yes. You may enter if you wish," comes a voice in return. It's much more enthusiastic than the last.

The first son of the Brimsley house--Lord Faroe. Even this early his golden hair is already neatly combed down just past his neck. It flows back with careful precision, and Fi is also greeted by the light scent of lilac flowers. Though he isn't as tall, nor as wide as Lord Varen, he has a fit physique and beautiful skin. Unfortunately for her, he's dressed even less than the last.

He stands in nothing but tight-fitting, short-legged, purple boxer briefs.

She stares at the fabric firmly grasping his rear cheeks. But it doesn't last long. He turns around with a smile on his face--green eyes shimmering like emeralds behind almost feminine lashes. He's a beautiful man for certain with a smooth, youthful face hiding the fact that he's actually the oldest of the sons.

He brings his hand back through his silken hair and his eyes lock to hers. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from a lovely young lady?"

He thinks I'm lovely? Oh wow. He's only in his underpants. I shouldn't stare.

"I am so sorry, m'lord. I shouldn't see you in such a state," she replies and averts her gaze.

"Nonsense. I trust you completely. The servants to our family are second to only our family itself. And it's proper to look at the one you're speaking with, so please don't look away. Tell me your business here."

Fi turns her eyes back, but can't help but glance up and down his firm body. That's when her eyes widen. She looks down past his stomach to a gigantic bulge in his underwear. It isn't hard either. It's just... there. As he moves, it bounces along with him.

Oh... Oh gods...

"Well?" he asks.

She moves her eyes back up to his. "Yes! S-Sorry. I come with a message from your father."

"I see. Allow me," he says. Faroe walks towards her, and her eyes can't help but watch it move. He stops before her, and takes his paper from the roll before opening it up and having a look. "Interesting!"

"Shall I go now?" Oh please. I can't take much more. This vow of mine. After all this time, I can't...

He hands it back to her. "Please place it by the table next to my bed on top of the other papers so I don't forget."

"Yes, m'lord." She turns and makes her way over, just like she did with Lord Varen. She takes in deep breaths, and places the paper gently on the stack of others sitting there. Then she takes a brief moment to relax. She knows she's going to have to see the half-naked Lord Faroe one more time before departing, and is just making sure she'll be ready.

Then, his underwear lands on the bed right next to her. She nearly screams.

Fi places both hands on her mouth. No, no no!

She stares hard against the wall, using all of her willpower not to turn around. With a clench of her teeth, she pushes one hand down against the front of her skirt. A quiet groan of frustration escapes her throat. The itch between her legs cries out to be scratched

What do I do? Oh gods. I can't look. I just can't. But... what if I just look for a second?

Twitching, she turns an eye very slowly to the side. She can't fight her desires. She has to steal a peek.

She lets out an audible gasp the moment he comes into view.

Lord Faroe stands in a long, crimson bath robe all tied up in the front, and he's looking right at her with concern. "Are you well?" he asks. "You look overworked. You should take some time to rest after this."

She shivers. "Y-Yes, m'lord. Perhaps I should," she mumbles and hurries towards the door. "Your message is delivered."

"Wonderful. I'll proceed to my morning bath. Have a good day, miss."

"You as well, m'lord!"

He opens the door first and gestures her to pass through. They split apart as soon as they leave--he goes back the way she came, and she slowly steps backwards farther down the hallway. Her eyes don't leave him for a moment.

Dang it, body. Please calm down.