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It's the summer of 1819.

Annabelle Elliott is visiting her dear friend

Beatrice Moreland's estate in Westinger.

Beatrice's family is away on a health sabbatical to the seaside.

This time together is bittersweet, as this is the last

summer before they debut in next year's debutant season.

Annabelle and Beatrice are seizing these last moments of freedom before their

mothers engineer their every waking moment.

How truly dull this summer has been.

You're forgetting last night's stolen sherry bottle?

Yes, but, as Aunt Harriet did not catch us, my parents will

probably assume that she is the sherry swindling culprit.

We are still in need of a little excitement.

I am just relieved to have this respect for my

mother's relentless engineering of my posture.

Well, I'm in need of some diversions.

If only my parents had not postponed Catherine's visit.

Good morning, Beatling.

I simply cannot bear the possibility that Catherine won't be able to visit us here

at Ashford.

Are we still lamenting about this, Beatrice?

Your parents did not cancel the dance piece visit.

Just requested it be delayed a fortnight.

Where did my embroidery go? Danke liebste.

Is it any wonder, with a steady string of dull moments such

as this, that I would long for more company and adventure?

Annabelle, you promised you'd go berry picking with me.

Meet me by the gate.

These strawberries will be perfect for jam.

Oh yes, with a cherry bottle?

Oh, whatever is the matter?

Miss Beatrice, did you or did you not send a letter to Mrs.

Danceby asking that she postpone her visit here to Ashford?

I wrote to Catherine and explicitly said that

it may be better if they waited a fortnight.

However, if that wasn't possible... Beatrice, you didn't.

They probably won't be visiting here anyway.

Why would she spend one second of her honeymoon in this provincial place?

Miss Danceby said she finds this countryside refreshing.

She informed me of this sentiment when she arrived here an hour ago.

We should not be hosting while the moorlands are away.

Your parents were quite clear.

They even brought a friend with them on this visit.

An unmarried man!

What impropriety!

Miss Annabelle, it is so lovely to meet you.

This is my husband, Mr. Philip Danceby.

How do you do?

Fine, thank you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

And our cherished friend, Graaf Wilhelm Wittenbaugh.

This is the happiest of occasions.

Mrs. Harriet here has been the most gracious host.

I have apologized profusely that we simply cannot postpone our visit here.

Well, I'm afraid that the tight travelling schedule is my phones.

I simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to travel with my old friend here.

It's not every day that one gets to travel with a count.

Shall we have tea? Yes, yes.

I will see to the tea.

Cora never hears the bell.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

After you.

How long will you be visiting?

Only for three nights.

We have a steamship to catch.

That isn't nearly long enough.

It seems more than adequate.

Just enough time to get all the mud off our boots and carriage.

Beatrice makes haste to be alone with her dearly mistrained.

Tender exportation of youth has grown into longing and desire.

Opportunity has indeed been seized.

I think of you whenever I'm here.

I remember that summer here, very fondly.

I also remember how we practiced our kisses.

It seems like yesterday.

And yet, it also feels like so long ago.

And now you're married.

Indeed.

But I still want us to remain close.

Very close.

Beatrice.

Thank you ever so much.

A coffee bar? No thanks.

I'd like to drink some coffee.

Yes, that's right.

The sherry bottle.

But I couldn't locate it.

I'd like some coffee.

Of course.

I will fetch some.

The English do make the best tea.

But I think I'd like a little milk with mine.

If you'll excuse me.

Is this your first visit here?

Count Bittenbach?

No.

My mother has family here.

Where do they reside? The city.

Of course.

I saw your light on and wanted to say goodnight.

I'm writing a letter to Elizabeth.

If I don't correspond with my sister weekly, I

will never hear the end of it when I get home.

At least this week you have news for her.

True.

Although I am being deliberately vague about where your guest resides,

as my mother would fetch me at once if she knew there was an unmarried man in residence.

Well, I think we are safe from gossip here.

Indeed?

I'm trying to find the right words to describe

His Highness, the Count Graf Bittenbach.

Prideful stuffed shirt, perhaps?

Or handsome, but an egotistical stick in the mud? Exactly.

It's rather vexing to have so much in common with someone they simply can't abide.

He does seem to be the most unmitigated and comprehensive ass.

True.

He is boorish.

Goodnight, dear friend.

Do not stay up too late.

Sleep well.

Think about your note.

I have often thought of intrusive thoughts.

Of your soft skin, your sweet mouth.

And I have longed for your return.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Does this feel good? I'm so pretty.

Your

skin is so soft.

It feels so good.

Does that feel good?

Yes.

Oh.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Hello?

I will show you.

Ah...

I...

Gloria...

Ah...

A little faster.

Faster?

Yeah, like that.

Yeah, just like that.

So good.

Come here.

Feel it.

Yeah, just like that.

Ah...

So good.

I feel... I feel great.

I do feel...

Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...

Hmm... Hmm...

Hmm... Hmm...

Hmm...

Hmm... Hmm...

Hmm... Hmm...

Hmm...

Hmm...

Hmm...

Ah... ah... ah...

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Take your time.

Mmm.

Mmm.

You're so beautiful.

You too.

Mmm.

Ah... ah... Mmm.

I missed you so much.

I missed you too.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Ah... ah...

Mmm.

Mmm.

Ah... ah...

Ah... ah...

Ah... ah... Ah... ah...

Ah... ah... Ah... ah...

I missed you.

I missed you.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Are

you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Ah... ah... ah...

Ah... ah...

Ah... ah... ah... It's okay.

It's okay.

Ah... ah... ah...

Ah...

ah... Mmm.

Mmm.

What do you want me to do now?

Are you gonna kiss me?

What are you doing?

What are

you doing?

How do you

feel? I feel amazing.

What did you like?

I liked it when you touched me here.

Yeah.

What did you like?

I liked worshiping your body.

And watching you maul.

And the sweet sounds of your mauls.

Your soul is good.

Your skin is so soft.

You are so soft.

I missed you so much.

I miss you too.

The warm summer days pass quickly as Annabelle and Beatrice

are swept up in the arrival of guests at Ashford Manor.

Meddling mothers and the next year's social season are far from their thoughts.

Propriety is set aside as temptations run rife at the manor.

Good

morning, Miss Annabelle.

I was looking to borrow an ink pot.

Help yourself.

There's one on the desk over there.

I will have to give her Harriet some notes on her translation.

Ah...

She translated Einbildungskraftes preoccupation, but it's more like imagination.

Noted.

Unfortunately, my German is lacking due to the

rather rudimentary education afforded to women.

I... I apologize for the offense.

I did not know that this was your translation.

I didn't know that young women read Einbildungskraftes.

Indeed, I haven't met any.

I assure you, sir, ladies can read on a variety of topics.

Our attention is not limited to parties and polygames.

And trollegung.

Excuse me, I have matters to attend to.

The ink pot, sir? Yeah, the ink.

I find food always tastes better when consumed out of doors.

I'm not sure this kind of dining is good for one's digestion.

Well, it suits me.

Me too, Miss Beatrice.

The only thing missing now is some entertainment.

Wilhelm, won't you regale the ladies with some of your adventures from the continent?

I really do not think any of my adventures would amuse the young ladies.

How are you enjoying Westentra, sir? It seems.

..

perfectly adequate.

However plagued with moochen, it's hard to find refuge from these tiny creatures.

I'm sure this country seems rustic.

And that's written to some.

But it has its charms.

I find charms in the many great halls and galleries of Europe.

Wilhelm.

You really can be such a snob.

Nature is beautiful because it looks like art.

And art can only be called beautiful if you're conscious of it as art.

Well yet, it looks like nature.

Ah, cunt.

Lovely translation, Liebster.

Touché, Miss Annabelle.

How was your evening, my dear?

I missed you in our bed.

It was quite the experience.

Was it all that you had hoped and imagined?

Yes, but better.

It was beautifully soft and slow.

Exquisite.

You must help me all.

My note had her meet me in the upstairs sitting room.

I took my time when dressing her.

Her skin is so soft, like fine silk.

The allure was intense.

We had to stop and remember to take it slow.

No.

Don't stop.

My mouth explored every inch of her body.

The taste of honey and the sweet sounds of her moans are indescribable.

I stroked her until she yielded ever so gently to my touch.

I hope we can find some more time to be alone together.

I do too, but I have a confession to make.

Go on.

I shared the details of our encounter last night with Philip.

I am terribly sorry.

He knew I was longing to see you.

You discussed your desire for me with your husband?

It must seem like a strange union to outsiders.

But Philip and I don't have any secrets.

And we both believe in sharing our love freely.

I see.

I think.

What an uncommon arrangement.

Well, neither he nor I long to be common.

However, I do feel guilty for betraying your confidence.

I forgive you.

You've bested me again, my love.

Beatrice.

May I come in? Of course.

Thank you.

I thought it might be nice to spend a little time with the both of you.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

I was longing for excitement and adventure.

And you two arrived.

I will miss you both terribly when you depart.

And we you.

Are you certain? Quite so.

Yes.

May I penetrate you?

Yes.

Yes.

Okay.

What do you think? Oh, wow.

You should taste it.

Like this.

Just like that.

It's me.

It's me, my face, baby.

Yes.

Yes.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Me.

Mmm.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, please.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

So good.

So beautiful.

So good.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Does that feel so good?

Oh,

yes.

Oh.

Oh, it's nice.

It's nice.

Oh.

Oh.

Does that feel good?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh,

yes.

Oh, it feels sweet.

Oh, no.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my face.

Oh, it's used to.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

You taste so sweet.

Do you want more?

Mmm.

Do you want more? Yes, I do.

Ah.

Oh, gosh.

OK.

Ah.

Ah, yes.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh,

yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

It's okay.

Yes.

Oh, that feels so good.

Oh my god, yes.

It's your turn again.

Spill on it, man.

Spill on it.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh,

oh.

Spill on it, man.