"Best get this under way soon then. He won't wait forever. We'll have time to leverage him better after the fact." Catherine assumed it would be better to make her move now than later. Luckily, she had most of the work in place by now to do so and was ready to make her move for swaying the governor.
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Marlene glares too at Peter, knowing he got a point here. She couldn't dominate him and he isn't able to control her.
"Bon chance, mother." Louis smiles. "And remember - we're relying on this."
Eyes darting around in a hurry, Isabela spots a riding cloak - probably the husband's - a size or two too big for her. In a pinch, she could wrap it around herself, the collar pulled over her head like a hood, to mimic a monk's habit and cowl.
"Call it." Peter nods, as the coin sails through the air.
Marlene didn't admit it or deny it, so she just try to pretend is nothing is changed.
Draping herself in the cloak, Isabela falls into step with the monks and nuns. One of the ill disciplined soldiers grins at her as she looks at him, as one of the nuns pokes her hard in the back, whispering "Who are you?" in Spanish. The husband storms out onto the street, but rather than making a scene, Isabela sees him quietly looking around the area for her, as she turns to look out her peripheral vision.
"Yes, mistress." Peter says in a mockery of a deferential tone, approaching her. He reaches for her shirt, roughly squeezing her breasts, as his fingers slowly work the lacings. "Whoops."
"Ahhh!!" Marlene gasp as he groping her breast through her shirt, as he didn't undress her too fast.
"Forgive me, mistress. This slave will work faster for you." Peter grins, his tone not matching the servile words at all. He grips the sides of her shirt, and pulls roughly, tearing the garment down the middle. Marlene's breasts are exposed to the air of the cabin, as he lays his rough hands directly on her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.
"Oh, do not ask the governor to strain himself on my account. I shall wait for when he's ready." As she spoke to the butler, she had no doubt this man likely could tell she didn't mean a word of it. He was likely well used to all the typical nobility greetings and going through the motions, to understand that meant she was livid with the situation, but stopping short of trying to assert authority over him. Regardless, she gave it the well practiced mock politeness, but did give something of a sincere smile to him. "If by some chance we ever meet at my townhouse, I assure you, my servants will take care of everything for you."
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"Forgive me, mistress. Let me make it up to you..." He takes a hand off one of her breasts, replacing it with his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, as the free hand goes south. He undoes the laces of her pants, luckily not destroying this garment. He peels the pants off of her skin, and they fall to her ankles, as his hand presses against her clitoral veil, stimulating her nub through the little bit of flesh hiding it from the world.
Isabela nodded, confident. The guards weren't the ones she was worried about anyways. And she could easily change her plans with the soldiers to those of the guards. She followed them till she could see the convent roof peeking over buildings, and then disappeared down the nearest alley between buildings.
