The countess had noticed a few fleeting glances her way, the handsome Captain gave her the flash of and eye, and she caught it just as he looked away. She also began to notice the bulge in the dear footman's pants. How delicious it looked, was it because of her, or because of the beautiful girls that were splayed out for the members of the gathering?<br/><br/>She looked upon the girls and nodded to Charity, she and the girl had a "history" together, she had served the countess well in the past. She hoped to get so service from her on this visit also. Victoria chuckled to herself, seeing the lust in the men's eyes as Charity's cloth fell from her body, these men were so easily read, and the girls so willing to,please them, at least after they were broken.<br/><br/>Victoria liked the redhead Alistair had claimed she was spitfire, she liked her fire. She reminded her of Victoria herself, but Victoria knew that fire would soon be put out, and she wold serve like all the others. That's how things worked in this house, and the worked well indeed. She wondered how the girl would get along after she was broken, would she still have the fire behind closed doors? Only time would tell.<br/><br/>Victoria continued to observe the others, that's what she did, her mind working all the time. She witness who stared at who, what type of reactions were had. She felt little sorrow for the girl who had almost cocked on the forced drink, perhaps it was because she also saw them as simple property. Those girls were there for only one purpose, to serve those who wanted to be served, nothing more, and Victoria had taken advantage of that time and time again.<br/><br/>Now she just waited for the night to unfold, and see who would be bold enough to approach her, and want to make her company tonight. It was a game of chance, one Victoria always won at.