You Agree (Aiden C.)

After a brief moment of silence, you speak, "Yes, I believe that would be best for him." You say confidently. "Oh wonderful!" Lady Wallace sighs, "He's in his quarters, just head up whenever." She says as she gets up and walks briskly out. After she leaves, you sit still for a second, blushing at the thought. You quickly check your breasts and hips in the mirror before darting down the servants' passage. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a chore after all.

You finally find Pierre's chambers after an admittedly sweaty run. Without wasting any time, you push open the door before decisively shutting it tightly behind you. Upon entrance you see the short figure of Pierre, doing his hair in the mirror, bright-red.

"Oh hello Fiona", He quickly stutters out. A quick glance at his pants is all you need to understand, "You heard me and your mother's talk downstairs, correct?".

"Um, yes ma'am", Pierre says staring down at your pale chest. You smile, "Then there's no need for talk."