Annabel Sarin was a proud and beautiful woman. She had married well at a young age and now spent her time traveling between all her favorite venues in Europe. On this occasion she found herself at Brandauer Castle in Austria where she was the honored guest of the Count and Countess.
The entertainment for the evening was a formal ball which gave her the opportunity to showcase one of her stunning, silk gowns. She made her entrance properly, pausing on the landing of the double staircase to the ballroom as her name was announced.
"Lady Annabel Sarin of Queensbury." the stuffy man servant announced prominently to the room.
She descended the stairs with finished dignity, her chin held high as she acknowledged the looks of admiration directed to her. She wore a wig that was impossibly complex and that could more rightly be considered architecture. Her face was powdered but flawlessly smooth and her large eyes were made even bigger by artfully applied black mascara.
The Count and Countess quickly introduced her to several of their high born guests who were immediately charmed by her regal bearing and engaging physical beauty. She floated from one group to another before the orchestra opened with The Blue Danube and the Count had the honor of leading the waltz with her as his partner. They glided over the floor like figures in a music box and at the end of the dance the Count bowed deeply before releasing the Lady's hand. And so the evening proceeded as all of Annabel Sarin's evenings proceeded, with perfect graciousness.
But unbeknownst to her or the other people there, a fiend was watching the entire affair from an upper window, clinging with desperation to the leaden sill.
After the ball Lady Sarin returned to her room with that satisfied feeling she always had after social events of this kind. She freed herself from her layers of finery and then popped open her corset which allowed her large breasts and voluptuous belly to finally breathe.
