In the dimly lit castle corridors, the young villein, a picture of innocence, catches the eye of the lord. The lord, a man of dominant tastes, sees something more in her downturned eyes. He summons her to his private chamber, where she kneels, her heart pounding. He commands her to strip, his voice like velvet thunder. She obeys, revealing her quivering form. He runs a gloved hand over her soft skin, marking her with his scent. He orders her to pleasure herself, watching with dark satisfaction as she tentatively touches her sex. He growls, "Louder, whore," and she moans, losing herself in the forbidden.