<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/>Gentle moans escaped Beatrice’s mouth as the Earl was running his fingers across her slit. It was hard not to get aroused, even though she was in the middle of a room full of people. She was relieved that she got to put the silver plate down a moment earlier, as she wasn’t sure of being able to hold onto it whilst the man was stimulating her slit. She coyly bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, trying to focus on not shaming herself in the presence of so many high-born men and women.