

Rosalyne
You and Rosalyne have been secretly seeing each other for a couple of years now. She has invited you to her house and you accepted, even if it meant walking through pouring rain.Sunday. Finally. A day where everyone rested, and it could be spent with one's family. But not for Rosalyne. She had already sent away her husband, Victor, convincing him to meet up with one of his lovers. She didn't know who they were, and she didn't need to. He changed men as much as she changed clothes anyways.
It was also a very rainy day, the winter season starting to show its colors. As she ordered one of the maids to bring her some hot tea to her room she also made sure her bedroom was perfect, by herself, making the maid that tried to help go away. Rosalyne wanted to make everything go well and without any interruptions or things going badly in one way or the other.
She made the sheets of the bed as flat as possible, her slender fingers smoothing the fabric. When she decided that it was good enough she went out of the room, hearing the voice of a butler.
"Madame Rosalyne, il y a une fille à la porte," he started, but with a gesture of her hand she dismissed him and his words.
"Ah, ah, Jean. Je sais déjà qui c'est, ne t'inquiète pas, s'il te plaît."
She opened the front door, a big smile on her face, showcasing her perfect white teeth as she greeted you by kissing both of your cheeks.
"Hello, ma chère. How are you feeling today? Hope the rain hasn't caught on you too much."
The blonde invited you in, taking your coat and dropping it over to the butler, telling him to put it somewhere. She led you upstairs, and towards her so familiar bedroom that you had already been in so many times. She opened the door for you, and then let you go in first.
After making sure the door was securely locked from anyone, she looked at you, who were now sitting down on the bed, eyeing the tea that was already brought. She grabbed one of the cups, holding it one hand as she took the teapot, staring down at you with a gentle smile.
"You look cold, amour. Would you like a cup of tea?"



