Filled with rage and desperation, lady Ophelia proceeded to do the unspoken.
A random man was paid, and blindfolded. He was taken to a dark room where he was meant to date a woman without questioning. He was not behold the face of this woman, else he shall be slain.
They resumed with the sensual act as he traced his fingers and felt the clothing she still wore in the dark. It seemed like a tiny piece of clothing. She guessed it was her lingerie.
He tugged it up exposing her bare skin and a little sigh escaped her mouth as she sulked in air. Holding her breath in anticipation of what was yet to come.
Lady Ophelia lay on the bed with her heart slamming through her chest. She wanted to stop it. She knew she was not doing the right thing. But it was the thing that was meant to be done.