Her room was tiny, barely 15ft square. Next to the door, a cluster of ancient glass panes let a barely enough light into the room to see, despite it being the middle of the day. There was a wash stand and the bed was built into the wall in a very old fashioned style.
I had sent a very blunt message ahead to inform Evangelina of my visit. She no doubt had heard from the lord's other mistresses about my policy of inspecting the "meat", for she was ready for me when we arrived. She sat, looking a little afraid, on the edge of her bed wearing a white kimono, her long, dark hair spilling around her shoulders like silken treacle. I gestured for you to stand by the door and guard it.
I did not know how she would react. A previous girl had become enraged and you had had to hold her down whilst I performed my examination. I removed my gloves and approached Evangelina. She began to shake and protest that she was a virgin. I told her that she had nothing to hide then. I beckoned for her to stand. She stood and I loosened her gown and pulled it down to her waist. Her skin was like cherry blossom, so pale and fragile that you could see every blue vein. I reached out and touched her breast. It was small, but perfect and upturned; the nipples the colour of ripe watermelon and hard from the cold and fear. I undid the tie at her waist and slipped her gown off completely. She was stunning. I could see why my husband would want her. She had a tiny waist, full but slender hips and a thickly thatched black triangle of Venus, the shape of which hinted at a heart. I order her to lie back on her bed with her legs spread. She parted with her legs to reveal watermelon pink to match her nipples. I touched her womanhood; she flinched. I gently moved my fingers along the inside of her hidden lips, feeling for the tell tale chancre that would mean syphilis. She felt like poppy petals and smelled like fresh apples. I found myself becoming quite aroused. In spite her protests, Evangelina was not a virgin. I slowly pushed my finger inside of her, looking for a chancre that might be hiding. She was becoming wet as I probed and when she moaned a little in pleasure, I removed my finger. She was clean.
