It was an exhibition that the Earl knew would be repeated again later in the evening, when the participants would wear far less clothing.
Whips would then be carried by the riders and spurs attached to their busy little heels.
Flunkeys with trays of crystal glasses filled to the brim with champagne or burgundy kept passing amongst the guests so there was never a moment that their thirst might not be assuaged.
“You like me – yes?” the Earl heard Lottie say and realised that she was still clinging closely to his arm, her red head resting against his shoulder.
He brought his eyes back to her and noticed that she used a perfume that was popular amongst the members of her profession, but was one he had a strong dislike for.
It was over-pungent and it reminded him all too forcibly of severa
