Jason explains their plan

"I hope you'll like these old ruins, Priscilla." Charlotte deliberately excluded Jason in the hope that he'd understand that she was not happy with him and his late night visit. Unfortunately Mr. Worthington was too conceited to pick up on her displeasure and he happily intruded himself into their conversation, edging his grey up alongside Charlotte's gelding.

"I know I will, Miss Dunning." Jason's laugh reminded Charlotte of a braying mule, but Priscilla laughed happily along with the young man without even knowing why he was so pleased with himself.

"Jason." Charlotte acknowledged his presence at last. "Please, this isn't a good idea." She sensed Priscilla's sudden interest from behind her as she met Mr. Worthington's leering appraisal with what she hoped was a steady gaze.

"Don't worry, Charlie, I guarantee you'll like this as much as I will." He reached out and squeezed her bare forearm with far more familiarity than she was accustomed to and then compounded his missteps by turning his attention to the vivacious blonde nightingale who was supposed to act as a moderating influence on this eager young gentleman. "What a fine idea you had to invite the lovely Miss Dunning, Charlotte." He smiled at Priscilla at his most charming, "I hope you are as adventurous as our bold hostess, I'm looking forward to some double trouble." Priscilla giggled coyly at Jason, clearly puzzled by his reference to Charlotte's boldness but pleased by the attention she was hoping for from the young Baronet.

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Worthington." Priscilla demurred, "but I'm sure that anything Miss Marlton has agreed to will be fine with me as well."

"No!" Charlotte tried to stop the situation from getting out of hand, but Mr. Worthington slapped his hand on his thigh in delight startling his great hunter into dancing prance.

"I hoped you'd want to take part, Miss Dunning." He chuckled as he skillfully reigned back his mount. "Are you familiar with Lady Marlton's peculiar tastes?" Charlotte blushed fiercely as Priscilla cocked her head to the side studying her hostess with her clear blue eyes - even that subtle tilt of her head accompanied by the tumble of golden curls was charming - surely Jason wasn't planning on chaining them both to the stone walls of the ruins. When Miss Dunning remained silent, Jason made it clear exactly what he intended to do once they got to St. Teresa's long abandoned chapel.

"Miss Charlotte here," he told Priscilla with an easy confidence, "expressed to me her desire to be tied up like a fairy-tale princess and offered as a virgin sacrifice in tribute to appease the rampaging of a lustful ogre." Charlotte wished she could disappear. As embarrassing as it was to have their late night negotiations shared, she noticed that Jason had made no mention of the heroic knight who rescues said princess; she listened in stunned silence as Mr. Worthington turned his attention to Priscilla. "I think that it may well take two chained maidens to satisfy a monster with such great sexual appetites." The hunger in Mr. Worthington's glinting eyes was unmistakable, and Charlotte wondered yet again how she could have missed this dark side of her suitor as he courted her for the past year.

"What do you think Miss Dunning, are you going to watch us play, or would you be willing to play along with our little game?" He asked Priscilla, and before Charlotte could make her protests heard, Worthington added disparagingly "or would you rather wait outside the ruins until we've finished our business?"