<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>Christine was pulled into a side room and soon she was alone with the footman, Tom. Backing up against the door, she was relieved when he seemed to be less of an ass when they were alone. However, that saying came to mind that said, "Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't." At least with Alistair she knew a bit about what he could do...she didn't know anything about this Tom.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose I am glad you don't find me repulsive, although my mind is just fine. I am very intelligent...I just refuse to be used like a toy."<br/><br/>When asked about Alistair, she shrugged.<br/><br/>"He raped and deflowered me, and then expected me to be grateful for some reason. I was not, and that angered him."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Bella</em></div><br/>Ms. Prescott nodded at his lordship and nodded.<br/><br/>"I was not encouraging her to take a man to bed, only saying that if she wishes to, I would condone such...as long as the man knows to be gentle with her. Her hand is badly burned."<br/><br/>She had inspected it on her way from the kitchen to the dining room, and she intended to put more ointment on tonight.<br/><br/>"I would just ask Lord Valentine to postpone the punishment he had planned until a later date, if that is acceptable."<br/><br/>The housekeeper smiled her signature winsome smile at the two Ambrose men, and gave a small curtsy.<br/><br/>"Please, Sir. Enjoy your dinner."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br/>Lolo walked with Alistair into the music room and walked over to the corner, where an old violin was kept. Walking over to the piano, she played a few notes and then tunes the instrument's strings before nodding. Watching him take off his pants, she grew more aroused herself. Alistair might be a heartless bastard, but he was a sexy one.<br/><br/>She pulled her bow across the rosin and tightened the horse hair before testing the strings once more and finding them adequate. She was not a virtuoso like Cyril, but she was good. Beethoven's Ninth was one of the first pieces anyone learned to play, so she knew it well. Nodding, she began pulling the bow across the strings and the music flowed. She continued to play as he removed her corset and then followed with everything but her stockings. Feeling him stroke her skin, her breath hitched and she grew wet...still playing the violin.