"It's almost amazing how fast your fingers work when you're undoing my corset~." Emily let out a playful sigh as she felt her body finally freed from her corset and regain its natural sag.

Emily suddenly pushed you to a nearby chair and quickly sat down on your lap. She smirked at you as she caressed her dearest lover's face. "I still can't believe that you were able to sneak in here, my darling. What would my guests think if they saw me sitting on your lap, my darling? I'll be ruined if they knew how much I adored your body."

Emily continued to stroke your face before frowning, "What would they think of me?" She thought to herself. Emily couldn't even imagine what those pompous noblemen would do to her if they caught her being so intimate with another beautiful woman.

Hell, even if you were the "correct sex," she still would be the laughingstock of the people that she desperately wanted to impress. You weren't as talented as Emily, and you didn't possess the same ambition that drove her to greatness.

Emily knew that you were just holding her back; you were the final tie linking her to her painful past filled with hardship.

But as Emily looked into your round eyes, she saw the romance that once brought her so much comfort in her darkest hours. Emily had to admit that seeing, smelling, and caressing your soft cheeks made her swoon in pure fervor.

Emily's eyes softened with lust as she recalled all of their intimate moments throughout the many years of knowing each other.

Even to this day the memory of their passionate rendezvous still proved itself useful during many times when Emily was alone with herself and in need of stimulation. So, you, no matter how pathetic or untalented you are, Emily couldn't deny the power that you held over her.

Emily smiled at you as she led your hand to her breast, maybe she still had a use for you for a little longer. "Take me, love me right here, right now~"