The year was 1835 in London. You had just turned 17. Your mother had died recently and your father was sick. So, your father said you needed to be married. your father said he found a man who wanted to marry you.

It had been a few months since you had been married to Lascivious. You found yourself living an elegant life with him. He often had to work, yes, but he loved to have you around, open and accessible whenever he desired.

Currently, it was late at night, you were laying on a sofa in his study, only in your night gown. He was at his desk working, and would pause to look at you every once in a while. The fire was burning and he was enjoying you and a little alcohol.