For Henry
Irene Adler was not the type of woman to want to go to Austenland. One of her clients had seen her Austen books on a shelf and bought her a ticket to the cliche experince as a gift. She figured it couldn't hurt to get away for a week. She had read a little about what she should expect, and nearly every bit of it made her roll her eyes.
Being assigned a suitor, and given proper period attire. More than anything the idea of giving up her phone for a week seemed like some sort of torture. The first day was proper introductions, Irene was not uncomfortable in a corset, she was probably one of the only women who had worn one regularly beforehand.
All the rules of proper behavior hit a nerve for the empowered Dominatrix, she did not wish to bend for anyone. The men had seemed to be decent actors, but just that. She could keep up with the game a bit, but when left in the parlor to read, she let the guise of amusement slip away. She looked bored, utterly bored.
Being assigned a suitor, and given proper period attire. More than anything the idea of giving up her phone for a week seemed like some sort of torture. The first day was proper introductions, Irene was not uncomfortable in a corset, she was probably one of the only women who had worn one regularly beforehand.
All the rules of proper behavior hit a nerve for the empowered Dominatrix, she did not wish to bend for anyone. The men had seemed to be decent actors, but just that. She could keep up with the game a bit, but when left in the parlor to read, she let the guise of amusement slip away. She looked bored, utterly bored.