«The Disgrace of Lady Daring» by Anna Austin

Lady Emily is an innocent.
But her dreams are about to be shattered. Her father has gambled away her dowry, and the family is ruined. The only way to avoid the workhouse is through
the most sinful and shocking path possible. She must give a year's service to the Hellfire Club, where London's most debauched libertines sample the delights
of innocent flesh, and always crave fresh meat.


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The woman who walked down the
streets of London in her scarlet dress wasn’t exactly the sort people would
consider polite company. She had the bearings of a lady, and she dressed like
one too. Her dress was fashioned by the most sought after modiste in all of England and her boots were made of the finest leather. If one paid close
attention though, it couldn’t be missed that this was no lady.


For one, Lady Daring walked
the streets with no female chaperone or male family member, despite being only
three and twenty and unmarried. Her daytime dress was cut far too low,
displaying the creamy mounds of the top of her full breasts, and she wore no bonnet. Instead, her long silky golden hair flowed down her back, almost down
to her slim waist, which every woman of London secretly envied. For Lady Daring
had a figure that didn’t have to be cinched tight with corsets to achieve the
small waist and flaring hips that women everywhere wanted.


Her skirts swished about her legs, and when the light
afternoon breeze swept by rustling the material, her bare ankles were a telltale sign of her stocking-less feet. She also wore no gloves, though it was
definitely not from a lack of choice. It was no secret that Lady Daring had one
of the most extensive wardrobes in all of England; it was said that it would
rival the Queen’s.