The Lady Eudora Henley

T'was a vulgar impulse to befriend The Lady Eudora Henley, her reputation lower than a cellar, more filthy than the rats that dwelled there. A reputation consciously earned and meticulously cultivated, rumors harvested like wild truffles. If words like "whore" and "cunt" spit from genteel lips could be plucked from the air, The Lady Eudora Henley would fill a bank vault with them like treasure. Actual treasure, coin and jewels, she had in abundance, but did not value. Her wealth was spent feeding her queer appetites, which were perverse and insatiable.

An illustrated story for adults only set in the Victorian era. Follow The Lady Maxwell as she is pulled into a life of BDSM and delicious depravity.

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