Thread: Just a ball [hooloovoo x kat]

Lord Harkness was a rich one and he never let anyone forget it. Be that a servant or a fellow noble, he wasn't shy of reminding them who he was. Of course there were other lords in England, but none as rich or as influential as Lord Harkness. When he spoke in the house of lords, the other men listened, and if they had any care for their businesses, they would join his team. Opposing him, rarely went well. He could ruin you. One or two letters to the right people and suddenly you would find your wallet empty and your friends gone. So it was needless to say, that the lord usually had his way, in whatever he wanted. He had a beautiful wife, who had married him, to please her father, like most nobles did. That, or to carry on the name. Lord Harkness hadn't cared, he only needed her to continue his own bloodline. She had had an acceptable bloodline herself and some connections he could use, so he had accepted her. Together they had four children. Three sons and one daughter. The sons had all been married off and the oldest had already produced an heir, which was quite pleasing to the aging Lord Harkness. Sons were the backbone of a strong bloodline. But daughters .. well, daughters were quite useless. Or so he had thought. Until one trip to London, where he had hired himself a hore, to pass the time between his last meeting and the train home. That was when he got the idea. What if he made his useless daughter, the entertainment of his guests? Jane had quite young at the time, but he had wasted no time, bringing home the hore much to his wife's dismay, to have her teach his daughter how to please a man. Being only 13 at the time, the subject had scared the shy red-haired girl. But in time and with practice, she had taken pride in her skills. It pleased her father and what girl could ever want more than that? Her father had already put it in her head, that she would never marry, never have children. But that she would always live with him and have whatever she desired, as long as it was not a husband. -------- Tonight was just yet another ball. Jane enjoyed the music and the dancing, but what she enjoyed most of all, was the lustful looks she got, when she stepped onto the dance floor. In the years, he father had made good use of her, letting anyone take her at will, sometimes more than one at a time. It was partially why they always had visitors at the estate. But on a night like tonight, there would be more than one man lined up for her. Jane never knew, but sometimes her father let the men pay for her, the highest bidder, got the first turn at her. The more eager the men were, the more they would pay. She was a petite thing, thin and delicate in her expression. Pale, like it was fashion to be, but with a rosy color in her cheeks, that made her look alive, compared to many of the other women. She wasn't tall, but that seemed to be something most men preferred, being able to tower over her, as they cornered her somewhere. Jane felt a thrill going down her spine as she entered the ballroom, in her delicate yellow dress, with a cut over her chest, that was just a bit lower, than what would have been considered appropriate. But who were they kidding. Everyone knew that she could be had, at anyone's will. Even the women.