"Ladies, what are you saying? Is this not immoral? Will you stand by and let our Lord Dominic be stolen away by some boy?"
"My, Camilla, you simply don't understand," one of the ladies said while fanning herself with a blissful smile. "It is exactly because Lord Dominic is so far above us, like a being in the heavens, that such decadence suits him perfectly."
"This is nothing less than divine will," another declared. "The ultimate choice to ensure he belongs to none of us."
Camilla's mouth fell open, but no words came out.
What on earth were these women saying?
Yet instead of calming down, their excitement only grew hotter, like a fever spreading through the salon.
"I shall support his love with that beautiful boy from now on!"
"Surely he must be lovely… fragile, pale, like the light of the moon. Ah, I cannot bear it!"
