Silk feels so nice

"Wear the nightgown out and about. Everyone knows you and you know everyone. No one will care who you are or what you are wearing," one of the new fresh thoughts popped into Emily's head. "They have known you since before you could walk. They won't bat an eye and even if they do, you are their ruler, no one will say or do anything... " her fake inner voice continued, "as long as they respect you."

Target >20
1d100 Roll = 69
Major Success (+2 Corruption Points)
Total: (0+2 Corruption Points)
Traits: (None)

[I'll have my own little twist on the rules, degree of success or failure will matter. It also means that DC will be generally lower because marginal successes won't do much ]

And Emily liked this thought. In fact, She liked it a lot. This gown was one of the few really expensive things in her wardrobe, it was light, comfortable, nice to the touch. Besides, she didn't plan to go outside today and the only people who could see her were Karla, one other female servant, and a middle-aged father's friend with a severe knee injury, who served as a guard and was one of those three soldiers that composed Emily's personal 'army'. And visitors... But who would visit her today?

"I think I'll stay like that," Emily said with a bright smile "I am tired of all those heavy attires. Besides, you know that I prefer colorful stuff and it doesn't match my mourning status."

Karla raised her eyebrow contemplating an objection decided against it. Her beautiful face, which was like a painting in Emily's eyes, smiled back at her. "I'll tell Alice to bring breakfast to you, my lady. There is nothing wrong with spending all day in a bedroom. You are working too hard."

"No. I'll have my breakfast in the dining room as usual." Alice replied while stretching her arms, energy flowing through her body. "And then dive into those damned legal papers in my father's office."

An awkward pause followed. Emily could see the confusion in her servant's eyes. "As you wish my lady, I'll tell Sir Edmund that he should have his breakfast later."

"Why would you do that? I enjoy chatting with him during breakfasts."

"Well, I... You... It will be... " her embarrassed servant pointed to the baroness's chest trying to communicate that those large thick nipples couldn't be hidden by the thin fabric of her nightgown even when they aren't excited.

Emily glanced down and then laughed out loud. "Common! Sir Edmund is so old that he has no thoughts of THIS kind. He is fifty-six! And he knows me since my early childhood anyway."

Karla opened her mouth in shock and took a step as if gathering courage before placing her hands on the sides and starting to speak in a very different tone. "Young lady! It is not funny. You know very well that this behavior is indecent and unacceptable for any maiden, especially for one of noble blood!"

On any other day, Emily would back off right after Karla would enter the strict mother mode but today but her new inner voices weren't so keen on following social norms.