She closes her eyes briefly as she slips past him into the room, and sits gingerly on the bed. She forces the smile on her face again.

"I can move as you wish, Monsieur. I do not mind. Whichever gives you the most pleasure."

She pulled her tatty old cap off her head, and undid the belt holding her skirt on. Now at least he had easy access to her.

"Will you sit down, Monsieur? And then we can start."