In the dimly lit bordello, Charlotte, the Madame, tenderly undressed her newest acquisition, a young and handsome stable boy named Jack. Her fingers trailed over his flushed skin as she helped him out of his wet clothes, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She guided him to a luxurious bed with red velvet curtains, their eyes locking in a mutual understanding of the intimate journey they were about to embark on. As Charlotte laid him down, she leaned in close, their breaths mingling as she softly kissed his neck. Jack let out a soft moan, his heart racing with anticipation. They hadn't even started, and already the passion between them was palpable.
