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[airshipswank]

[ Just enjoy the automated default spiel and be thankful nobody bothered to
tell the 17th Century guy that he could customise this message. ]

BEEP!

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[Call] on the 13th

[justrunsasaloon]

[THIS IS A GREAT IDEA.]

Hey, your Lordship, where are you? Got a proposition for you.

[airshipswank]

[ Buckingham recognises the voice, but only just. He was about to leave his private stable, but that revelation can wait until he's told more of the matter at hand. ]

And what might that be?

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen's chuckle is husky and inviting.]

A bit of wine, a bit of fun, pleasure on both sides and nothing more. In what I imagine is your decadent bed, something I'm sorely lacking in my life.

[airshipswank]

[ He could feign confusion at her intentions, but as unexpected as the offer may be, he cannot claim that it is anything but straightforward and well-understood. ]

Well, colour me... surprised.

[ But should it also be well-received? A proposal such as this, from one of the few women he had no mind to court, surely that ought to deserve some deliberatio-- ]

Shall I have the wine ready within the hour?

[ ...On the other hand, sex. Period. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

Well, if it'll take you that long to get ready... I'll see you in an hour, your lordship.

[click]

[airshipswank]

[ Arranging it sooner would have been no trouble, but the connection is cut before he makes the suggestion. He shakes his head. All the more time to finish his work in the stable. And then... ]