<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Vic's rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Wishing he was Henry<br/><hr/><br/>“No more talk of him..a rule for the both of us..when we are together, like this—he does not exist.” Vic kissed Vivienne as he sat her down in his sitting room. He moved to the door and locked it, as he said he would, then returned to Vivienne.<br/><br/>“I think you know that I have desired you for a very long time. I have made that pretty clear I think.” His gaze drifted over Vivienne. “I am passionate as a lover..I can show you things that you only read about in France, so if you want to do anything..anything at all from what you might have heard about, or read, you only need ask.” Vic smiled as he leaned into Vivienne, grabbing her dress, ripping it open.<br/><br/>“Oh you ripped your dress..pity.”  He laughed as he moved to open his collar, before moving his hands to Vivienne's hips, pulling her against his body.<br/>