<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/>Beatrice bowed her head and held out the tray to offer the Lord a new glass. She bowed her head in deference and replied with a respectful<strong>“my lord.”</strong>She hadn’t missed his leering eyes, but then, there was a reason she was wearing an attire that left half her ass exposed. She knew that it would likely go beyond mere looks by the time the weekend was over. The thought of sex brought a slight blush to her cheeks, one she quickly tried to suppress.<br/><br/>