<strong>Who:</strong>J.F Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Greymore , open<br/><strong>When:</strong>day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>J.F smiled seductively. "I'm Lord Darcy's nephew , J.F Henshaw.  I'm  astonished you find this spring though. Personally I find it more unimpaired and free.  Life is so restricted as a person of class. You're held to such a high standard by the public. It's wonderful to be able to let your hair down as they say. Normally if I were to say to you that I find your bust simply enchanting and wish for nothing more then to ravish you on the floor that would considered unbecoming of a man  of my statue but here's it's perfectly fine. The one place you can tell the truth and unleash your inner rapacious r  self." The fair looking youth replied as he reached out and gave Lady Greymore's breast a playful grope. He wondered how far he could push her before she'd respond.