Lauretia Battlestorm lay femininely poised on her side, hastily flapping a portion of the silk cloth on the floor over her nether region, while holding up part up to cover her breasts. A deep blush was spreading rapidly against her cheeks, but her father's words to her kept ringing in her ears. He had specifically commanded and beseeched her to enter into the household of the Prince, to help her own house. He had used every ounce of loyalty she had to her family as leverage to get her to do as he needed. Lauretia had, at first, been unwilling, but she was never a hopeless romantic. At a young age, she had already bitterly accepted the fact that the society today threw those of her gender around like gifts to be enjoyed, for negotiation and political purposes.<br/><br/>So Lauretia had agreed to the Duke's requests. Instead of thanking her, he had merely gone on to reiterate his instructions that she should do<i>exactly</i>whatever Prince Damien asked her to, and at least make him believe that she was enjoying it. Feeling that her value was rather demeaned, Lauretia had agreed anyway. What was there for her to do if she continued to stay on in her own house, where her own father and sister rarely inquired after her, if at all? She had quietly reasoned to herself that this was possibly one of her only chances to contribute something to her family, and she meant to do it well.<br/><br/>Being born as a noble, however, Lauretia was definitely not used to being stripped naked by men, let alone unfamiliar guards, and thrown into a room alongside four other naked women. They all had striking hair colors. One of them had been unconscious, another shy and reticent, while the last one looked like she was enjoying every minute of it. Lauretia sat there in awkward silence with her companions, as she gave up trying to obscure her own private parts with the silk cloth. The sudden arrival of Prince Damien, however, renewed her sense of dignity as she reached for the silk again.<br/><br/>This was the first time Lauretia laid eyes on the Prince and she almost heaved a sigh of relief to note that he wasn't middle-aged, balding and hideous. Quite the opposite, in fact. However, he was intimidating, which reinforced Lauretia's pre-conceived resolution to do whatever it takes to please him. The previously unconscious girl had came to just a few moments before the Prince entered, and was now hastily grappling the silk, apparently shocked at her own naked state.<i>Is she here against her will?</i>Lauretia wondered incredulously. All the other girls including herself, no matter scared or confident they looked, were at least vaguely aware what they were getting themselves into. Lauretia found it hard to comprehend the backstory behind this feisty red-haired girl.<br/><br/>As the daughter of a Duke, and one that had no notions of the going-ons between her own father and sister, Lauretia was not at all educated in the matters of sexual intercourse, though she did know that men and women did<i>something</i>when they were naked together. She just had no idea what - but she had a feeling she was about to find out.