Victoria smiled leading the way to her own boudoir, a marvelous blue room that was decorated with trinkets from her admirers.  There was the armoire wardrobe from Sir Henry, the hand mirror and comb from Mr. Cutting, and of course, the sitting chairs from Mr. Thomas, whose wife refused to venture past the missionary position.  Yes, those chairs were<em>very</em>comfortable.<br/><br/>Opening the doors, she immediately went behind her blue-tinted divider, slowly unbuttoning her lounging dress in favor of a robe.<br/><br/>(http://media.picfor.me/001419F/-women-hotsexy-girls-photo-_-corset-cleavage-flowing-babes-side-boob-woman-sexy-erotic-Wooman-hot-sensual-nudes-Swim-Wear-mmmmm-girl-Luv-of-Women-sensuous-beauty-vintage-black-white-daysz-Sensuality-and-the-Arts-tags-My-stuff-wedding-lingerie-faves-Destinys_large.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>"You may have a seat, Mr. Vaan..." she said, with a smile on her lips.  "And you may tell me how you'd like my assistance today...and how you've come to the chocolate shop today..."