The beautiful woman introduced herself with a smile. "Lord, you may call me Helen."
Every glance and smile of hers exuded a bewitching, dazzling charm that made one's heart itch unbearably. Even Hobart had to silently repeat to himself, She used to be a man. She used to be a man, before he could steady his mind.
Beside him, Shier, an ordinary person, was already breathing much more heavily.
Hobart told him, "Go outside first. Miss Helen and I need to speak privately."
"Yes." Shier felt as though he were fleeing. Only after he stepped outside the door did he let out a breath of relief. Uncle was right. My experience is still too shallow. This is what a real woman is like! Those women at the docks who solicited customers were... were nothing special.
Then, he became very curious about how the Lord would "talk" with the beauty inside.
What happened in the room was far less indecent than Shier imagined. Hobart remained seated in his chair. "You should not have used an Extraordinary Ability on my servants."
"I wasn't using it on him. I was using it on you." Helen smiled seductively.
"This may be rather ungentlemanly of me, but I must tell you that I have met a lady who was more beautiful and more refined than you, so my standards for beauty are rather high." Hobart smiled. "You may withdraw your ability. Let us discuss something practical."
"Oh?" Helen's eyes shifted alluringly. No wonder Monica said this baron was someone we could work with. So he has slept with a member from somewhere else? That really does make it easy to establish a cooperative relationship.
Helen indeed stopped using her Extraordinary Ability, though every movement she made still drew the gaze of the opposite sex.
Hobart