After you took one last look at Alexander's bizarre experiment involving the play of mirrors and the refraction of light, you were about to leave the greenhouse and head for a drier place. However, the absolute darkness that enveloped the space played a cruel trick on you. In a complete mess, trying to find a way out, you accidentally bumped into a huge barrel standing in the corner, which immediately tipped over right on top of you with a crash.

Icy, heavy water gushed out. The dress, thick and elegant, got soaked instantly, turning into a wet cloth stuck to the skin. You felt a sharp chill, and the feeling of heaviness became unbearable. You've realized that staying in a wet outfit is a direct route to catching a cold. Without thinking, you hurriedly pulled off your dress, leaving only a thin, quickly becoming cold nightgown.

At that moment, as you stood trembling and trying to hide, Alexander broke the silence. His voice was low and filled with obvious satisfaction.:

"You have a very strange scheme to attract the Duke's attention, but it's working."

Before you could react, he abruptly shortened the distance, pressing your back against the cool, damp wall of the greenhouse.

A thought flashed through my head: I need to stop this immediately, get out, get out of here before the situation gets even more awkward. But the sudden burst of heat, the irrational, all-consuming desire that caused his sudden intrusion, has bound your limbs. You are paralyzed by your own response to his pressure.

Alexander sensed your confusion and did not resist. He slowly lowered himself lower, his fingers touched the hem of your thin, already almost transparent nightgown. He carefully lifted the fabric, noticing your rapid reaction and body tension. A sly, knowing grin blossomed on his face, and a spark of anticipation lit up in his eyes.

"Tell me,— he whispered, his breath burning my skin, "have you ever been with a man?"