Last year, or perhaps the year before?
Roy had once accepted an invitation to attend a dinner party held by a certain Countess. At the party, she accidentally drank the wrong wine and dizzily huddled on a deep red-backed bench, watching through the curtains the laughing and moving figures outside.
The Countess came in to take care of her. She sat beside her, resting Roy's head on her voluptuous thigh and stroked her platinum blonde hair with fragrant fingers.
Poor little canary.
The Countess's voice was sweet and pitiful, like black cocoa laced with honey.
The little canary from Derek's house, living like an ascetic nun. You're still so young, you must learn to seek pleasure. Clearly, Theodore won't care about your feelings, and after marriage, you will be very lonely.
The woman leaned closer to Roy's ear, telling her that there are many ways to play with men. You can find pleasure even without penetration. Darling, learn to please yourself…
