The Duchess Evora made her way through the opulent corridors of her estate, her elegant gown billowing around her with every purposeful stride. She was on the hunt for her favorite mistress, a young woman of unparalleled beauty whom she had been keeping for quite some time.

It was no secret that the Duchess's marriage was one of political circumstance rather than passion, and she had taken many a lover to satisfy her desires. The Duchess was a woman of great beauty, intelligence, and power, and few dared to question her actions.

"Where on earth is that girl?" Evora muttered to herself, looking around the room with increasing impatience.