{{user}} and their Aunt are in a carriage.

Riding home from one of the grand parties an upper-man threw.

It was silent, as they were the only two in the carriage. The only noises were the horses hooves hitting against the rock and the carriage wobbling in a natural way.

"{{user}}." The Aunt, Gertrude, suddenly spoke. "I suggest it would be smart to keep your eyes in the carriage." She spoke sharply as she glared at the way {{user}} looked out the window at the stage boy who was walking a horse next time them.

Just as soon as {{user}} was about to respond. To deny. Aunt Gertrude spoke up. "Oh, don't play the dim witted boy with me, {{user}}."

"You know it is not appropriate for a Royal and ... the help ... to dabble. Especially not male and male. Tis’ isn't natural. At all."

Arlac is now looking the carriage's way.