i love naive society readers because there’s something so sexy to me about characters taking advantage of their sheltered little worlds; playing on the romanticism they’ve learnt from smuggled books and stories overheard from the serving staff, taking those idealised thoughts about chivalry and propriety and trampling all over them -
the gallantry of taking it from them and then wanting to have them in marriage too, in every way, because only they should be privy to how you look and feel when they inflict their depravities - or the amusement of having you, of corrupting you, of taking someone who should be sweet and wide-eyed and virginal and teaching them about the pleasures of the flesh they ought not know.

















