Flames flicker, drapes stir, with a gentle breeze filtering through the old Victorian sash windows. A clap of thunder reverberates, a humid night begging for a hint of fresh air. Yet not a whisper or stroke to cool one’s glistening body, dispersing those sweat beads tingling between one’s thighs. A Manor with character, age and charm. Creaking oak floors, thick carpets, polished wood. High ceilings with grand fixtures and fittings, impressive fire places, and . . . . . my hidden private room set below, with scarlet ribbon brick walls, candelabras, and subdued lighting.A most atmospheric ambiance for my gentleman to immerse his body and soul into the delights of my eroticism. Capitivating all his senses, while taking him on a decadent journey of intense sensual, stimulation. My quintessential English voice, provides a most haunting hypnosis!