A Mistress Consumed by Desire (1)

The early afternoon sun bathed the corridor of the servants' quarters in a gentle light. Lady Clarissa, who had just finished her midday meal, decided to visit the servants' quarters at her villa.

As she strolled through the corridor, the servants, lining the corridor in silence, parted seamlessly to make way for their esteemed mistress. They made sure that their gazes were respectfully lowered as she passed, avoiding any direct gaze.

Her butler followed a few paces behind, trailing her steps as she walked, his footsteps barely audible.

The doors to the rooms on either side of the corridor stood ajar, revealing the temporary resting places of the Marquess' knights. 

Lady Clarissa cast a discerning eye over each chamber, where the paralyzed men lay on simple beds.