<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Beatrice-Cropped.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Beatrice O’Connell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>the Earl of Surrey<br/><strong>When: </strong>day 1 evening<br/><hr/>She trembled barely visibly as his digits traveled ever further between her legs.<strong> “Lord and Lady Darlington are indeed well-known throughout the land, my lord.” </strong>Eventually the last glass was cleared off her tray and she dared to put the silver platter down on a nearby table, forcing her to bend forward slightly. She did not miss how his hand lingered on her posterior. She was unsure how to proceed, she had been instructed to return to the kitchens after she had served the drinks, but she was in no position to just leave the earl’s side.