You've been wonderful to our family since my rich husband, Lord Malcolm, died. I can't think of anyone I'd have trusted more to write his biography. So I've invited you to my private chamber to tell you just how grateful I am. Dressed in jodhpurs, over-knee boots, a blouse, silk scarf and tweed jacket, you're surprised by how flirty I'm being, not at all the vulnerable aristocrat you'd believed me to be. Then I make you an offer you can't believe. I KNOW what you'd like to see. I KNOW you want me tied, up, at your mercy. Perhaps gagged with a silk cleave gag? And maybe enjoying every heavenly minute of it? You're about to get your wish