Her accounts of her amazing nights of pleasure, of the salaciously exotic secret ladies Circes Society, not to mention the new footman she’s recently employed and whom she, it transpires, has seduced into more wickedness than he’s ever enjoyed before, are certainly whetting my somewhat recently jaded appetite to a high degree. Indeed, if her lusty descriptions of her well-endowed lovers, her visits to various dubious, though most exciting entertainments, and her most diverting accounts of what she calls ‘avaricious deeds of a most debased nature’ are true well then, there is indeed much merit in considering the idea of such a visit as soon as it might be arranged. She has put off any thoughts of marriage until she has sampled all the sensual pleasantries that the city has to offer. How young an age that was from one can only surmise. It seems that, rather like me, she too procures her written erotica from Paris, and has been reading such diverse volumes since her youngest days. Now it appears, that having read and taken great pleasure from her reading of my last book, she has taken it upon herself to tell me that, ‘I simply must come visit because the bawdy life in London is just so amazing,’ my dearest Mary. Yes, the daughter of my Stepmothers arch enemy, whom I had secretly become very attached too. A communication from my dear friend, Arabella Gormley. It is a letter I received in the post that starts this new bawdy adventure.
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