The Manor: The Lady -  Don ends the evening with the enigmatic Lady. (ch. 7) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As the four of them made their way through the center of the dance floor and to the big doors on the opposite side of the ballroom, everyone paused to watch them pass. Apparently this prima nocta thing was a big deal here. The women were eyeing Don with even more interest than they had before, and the men now looked at him with a bit of envy. He could certainly understand the latter; the woman on his arm was one of the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and the way she carried herself fairly screamed “SEX!” This attention led Don to think to ask, “So, my lady, does this happen often?” The Lady was nodding to a would-be suitor who had bowed low, but she turned her beautiful eyes to Don and asked, “This?” “Prima nocta.” “Oh, no, not at all often,” she smiled. “It’s quite a treat.” Something about the way she said this sent chills of both anticipation and trepidation down Don’s spine. Together and followed by Tascha and the Lord, they left the ballroom and came to the immense foyer with the spiral staircase. They did not take those stairs though, but proceeded straight across the marble floor and into a broad corridor with deep, dark carpeting. “So, how do people get here when they’re here for the first time?” Don asked. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say,” she smiled again. “They’ve never said, but then I must admit, I did not ask.” “Well, how did you get here?” “As far as I can remember, I have always been here.” “You were born here?” “Oh, well,” she laughed, “I can’t remember that far back. I can only say that I don’t remember ever being anywhere else.” Don tried another tactic, “How far back do you remember?” The Lady looked at him with an adorable puzzled look. “Has it been weeks? Months? Years?” “Oh, well, I confess I haven’t kept track, but it seems to have been a very long time.” “And you’ve never left?” “Leave? Whatever for?” she sounded as if she thought Don were teasing her. “Oh, well, actually at the moment I’m not sure,” Don smiled at her. “Well, perhaps on a vacation.” “A ‘vacation’? From all this?” she asked in a tone that suggested Don was now being perfectly ridiculous. “You may have a point there, my lady,” Don nodded. The party of four ascended a broad, carpeted staircase at the top of which were two doors, one to the right and one to the left. There was a considerable distance between the doors. The Lady turned to Tascha and the Lord and said, “Here we part, dear Tascha. I trust you will enjoy all the pleasures my Lord has to offer.” “Um, have fun,” Don said. “You too,” Tascha winked back. Don watched as the Lord bowed to him and the Lady, and then escorted Tascha to the door on the right side. He opened the door for her, and, with a wave back at Don, she stepped inside. “Shall we?” the Lady smiled and gestured toward the door on the left. Don nodded his acquiescence and walked with her to the door, which she opened and then led him through. The Lady’s bedroom was as large as the bedroom  Tascha and Don had awakened in hours ago. Other than that, and the presence of an over-sized bed in the middle, though, this room had little in common with the other. The carpeting was a deep, soft pile of dark brown. Three of the walls were a very light peach color, and the other – the wall that Don estimated was halfway between the doors outside, and therefore was the wall between this bedroom and the Lord’s – was entirely mirrored. The wall opposite the mirrored one had a row of tall windows set along the upper half of the wall, up overhead. From the ceiling were suspended four chandeliers that lit the room quite well. Opposite the door he had come through, there was another door, and between these was the large bed. This was another four-poster but with an elaborate canopy over it covered in flowers. The bed was covered by a copper colored bedspread. While Don had paused just inside the door to tak