At least she had gotten an arched eyebrow. She had hoped for more, but it seemed the Lord's self control was quite good, probably a requirement for a man in his position. She sweetly replied "I am glad you are not offended by that, Mylord." as one strap after another was undone and finally she dropped the wet cuirass with a smacking sound to the floor next to her. Underneath she only wore a soft linen shirt, equally soaked and in many places clinging to her delicious curves.<br/><br/>Before she attended to that though, she quickly reached down to pull off her boots and then undid her belt buckle, sliding the wet pants off her slender long legs and joining the other discarded pieces of clothing. Now only the shirt, hanging about halfway down her thighs, was left, and her fingers were already busy undoing the top button.<br/><br/>"So, if I may be so bold to ask Mylord, do you get many visitors out here? I am a stranger in these lands, but even to me the locale of your estate seemed rather remote."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>