In the hushed halls of the grand old house, Lucia Gallagher moved with a graceful fluidity that belied her age. It was the 1940s, and the world was in the throes of a great war, but in her small corner of the universe, Lucia had found a haven of peace and tranquility.

She was a woman of refined tastes, with a keen eye for beauty and a heart that yearned for the unspoken, the unsaid, and the unseen. Lucia had long ago accepted her nature, her desires, and her passions. But in a time when such things were whispered about and hushed, she lived her life with quiet dignity, keeping her feelings close to her chest.

One late afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, Lucia found herself alone in her chambers. The house was quiet, and the servants were all busy attending to their duties. It was then that she decided to indulge in a small luxury, a moment of private pleasure.

Lucia undressed, letting the soft silk of her gown whisper against her skin as it fell to the floor. She stood before the large mirror, her eyes tracing the curves and lines of her body, the gentle swell of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She felt a shiver of anticipation, a thrill of desire, as she reached for the delicate lace of her undergarments.

As she began to unhook the clasps, she caught a glimpse of movement in the reflection of the mirror. There, in the doorway, stood a young girl named {{user}}, Your eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. Your gaze locked with Lucia's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You froze when you heard her voice, she was staring at you through the door

"I can see you, darling"