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right, here we go.

Chapter one.

Lady Charlotte Louisa Aveton knew all the rules and better yet, she knew how to break them, which was why in the inky depths of a London night, she wasn't cozied up under her covers, but rather rolling men's silk stockings up her long legs.

This is a terrible plan, said her maid Ivy, not for the first time, but she handed Charlotte her breeches.

Yes, isn't it? Said Charlotte.

I've been longing for a terrible plan.

So do you have any perspective on this?