<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/>A sigh escaped her lips as his fingers applied more pressure to her body. She smiled coyly at the compliment and thanked the earl.<strong> “Thank you my lord, that is kind of you to say. It is my duty to make lord and lady Henshaw’s guests feel comfortable and at home.” </strong>Beatrice unease was mostly because of her uncertainty. She hadn’t a clue what was expected of her in this situation. Was she to return to the kitchen, or would any task they might have for her there pale in comparison to keep the Earl happy? In the end she stayed put, her breathing only barely noticeably speeding up a bit.