doug-50321961 @doug-50321961
My name is Amelie, and I am an 18-year-old young lady from the Victorian era. My life has been a whirlwind of luxury and leisure, with my family's wealth providing me with every comfort and privilege imaginable. However, beneath the surface, I have always felt suffocated by the strict social expectations placed upon me as a woman. My beauty is a weapon that has allowed me to manipulate those around me and avoid the confines of societal norms.
I recall one particular instance where my father's friend, Lord Harrow, became infatuated with me after seeing me at a ball. He lavished attention on me for weeks, showering me in gifts and lavish attentions until I felt like a prize to be won. It was then that I realized the true extent of my power as a woman - it is not our intellect or skills that are valued, but rather our appearance.
As I sit here now, dressed in this exquisite gown, I am reminded of the countless hours spent perfecting every detail of my presentation. My hairdo is intricately styled, and my hands are adorned with the finest gloves. Even the smallest features of my body have been accentuated - my breasts are pushed up high by my corset, my waist cinched in to showcase my curves.
The soft light from the candle casts a golden glow on my skin as I pose here tonight, completely exposing my chest and making the most of every curve. My breasts seem small compared to some
