"Once outside, she spoke softly, "My Lord, I am here."
"Enter," came the man's deep, cold voice.
She opened the door and stepped inside, only to see Lord Mortem seated in a chair by the fireplace, sipping wine. Unlike the noble clothes she had seen him in the previous day, he now wore a night robe. Despite his age, he looked dignified, though there was an unsettling, intimidating presence about him.
Unsure of what to do, she bowed shakily and said, "My Lord."
"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed," he ordered, his tone devoid of any emotion.
She removed her clothes and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling nervous about what was about to happen. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lord Mortem empty his glass and stand up, making his way toward the bed.
With each step he took, her heart raced faster. He reached the bed and looked down at her, his predatory gaze roaming over her naked body. "Indeed, beautiful."
