Who: Lady Greymore<br/>Where: Henshaw grounds- the lake<br/>With: Henry Stuart<br/>When: Day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>It was hard to catch her breath as Vivienne felt Hank's hands undoing the laces of her corset. She felt her corset fall to the grass and a grin spread across her face. It was cool outside and a light breeze was blowing, that coupled with the sensations that she was feeling was making her light pink nipples harden. If this was what it felt like from having him barely touch her, Vivienne knew that he was going to drive her crazy.<br/><br/>His words elicited another soft giggle from the woman, it was a dainty sound and had a melodic quality to it. "What would you like to do to my lovely form?" Vivienne's words were barely above a whisper. She wanted Hank so badly that it almost hurt. In her life, she'd never been out in the open such as this and was happy for the chance. It felt freeing and the thoughts of letting him do anything he'd like to her were running rampant through her mind.