Visit lady Magdalena. It's been a while since they were together.

After a couple of minutes Maxime noticed that, somehow, his thoughts would always linger about sex-related topics. Whenever he thought of wine, he imagined sharing it with a comely lady. Whenever his mind pictured a walk through the beautiful rose garden outside, the picture included an equally beautiful damsel, keeping him company. Even when he thought of an afternoon nap, his thoughts strayed towards awakening with a warm, naked, nubile body in his arms. The obvious illation was rather blunt: he needed a woman.

“When was the last time I was with Magdalena?” he thought, folding his arms over his chest. Certainly not during their trip to Castle Kaltenbach. Her husband had returned home three days before they left for Cold Creek, so they wouldn’t fool around at that time either. And the week before that? Oh yes, he had spent it trying to placate the furious duchess Weiss.

Her twin daughters, Sabine and Silke, had earlier insisted that he should devote more time to their tutoring. It later turned out to be nothing more than a clever ruse to lure him into the girls’ room after sundown for an unspecified period of time, so they could tempt him without anyone interrupting. Honestly, the two of them were as shameless as their mother. Unlike the duchess, however, the two sisters significantly lacked femininity. They were cute, mind, but at the age of eighteen one would expect their breasts to be somewhat larger and, yes, Maxime liked his women plump in all the right places… not to mention rich. Neither Silke nor Sabine met any of these conditions. Their mother didn’t care, though. She had known both her daughters had an appetite for sex – a lot of people knew, actually – and explaining the embarrassing circumstances the French tutor was caught in required all of his social skills.

Anyway, after summing up the days, Maxime figured that it has been…

“Almost three weeks without as much as a kiss” he said, disappointed. “Unbelievable.”

Taking lady Magdalena’s insatiable hunger for sex into consideration, instead of spending his days fantasizing about lovemaking, he should be begging for a few hours of rest. Was she too busy to call for him? What if she found herself another boy-toy? No, no, no! Something had to be done.

The dark-haired gigolo frowned as he rang the bell for room service. He would order some wine, pick a white rose from the garden and make a surprise visit to the duchess’s apartment. Should he find her alone (or, better yet, lonely), he’d make sure to rouse the flame of her lust. Should he find her with another man… Well, he’d better start searching for another sponsor.

A knock at the door brought him back to reality. Not wanting to waste another second, the libertine rushed to send the servant on his way for the wine but upon opening the door he just stood there for a while, dumbfounded. Before him was a beautiful, black maid. She was dressed in the same, scandalous attire other maids wore in this residence and her exposed, exotic cleavage was the first thing that drew the Frenchman’s attention. Fortunately, he managed to stop gawking when the beauty spoke.

“Sir?” Her luscious full lips had Maxime wondering what it would be like to taste them.

“Uh…” A shrewd response, indeed. “Who are you?” She was a maid, obviously, but it was the first thing that popped into his mind.

“My name is Nia” she said in a meek, assuasive voice. “I was appointed by master Sefu to be your personal servant, baron Alexandre.” As she answered, ‘baron’ Alexandre admired her long, dark hair tied into countless thread-thin braids, each adorned with two colorful, glass beads. “As long as you are a guest of margrave von Kaltenbach, I am to tend to your every need.” The last sentence put a lot of indecent ideas into the man’s head.

“Every need?” he asked, trying to make a humorous remark.

“Every need” the girl answered earnestly.