No, this was certainly not any typical night, Valencia realized as he crossed the room to stand behind her. A normal night would have resembled something closer to the picture her mother painted: her night clothes flipped up, her lip bit so as to not release any cries of pain, her eyes narrowly focused on a random spot on her ceiling as Don Juan took his pleasure. That was the pious and uncomfortable act of intimacy her mother would have had her endure.
His presence was all the reminder she needed to realize his plans for the evening were a far cry from any such discomfort.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she leaned into his touch. The heavy skirts of her gown prevented her from stepping back and leaning into him fully, something she might have hissed her displeasure at were she willing to make any sort of sound. There weren't any soundproofing charms put around her room that she knew of, and with her parents and siblings still around Valencia was determined to make it through this as quietly as possible.
His presence was all the reminder she needed to realize his plans for the evening were a far cry from any such discomfort.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she leaned into his touch. The heavy skirts of her gown prevented her from stepping back and leaning into him fully, something she might have hissed her displeasure at were she willing to make any sort of sound. There weren't any soundproofing charms put around her room that she knew of, and with her parents and siblings still around Valencia was determined to make it through this as quietly as possible.