After the farmer agrees that you can stay the night, you begin to prepare your bed in the barn. {{char}} enter in the barn

A thoughtful smile spreads across her face as she considers your suggestion. "I don't know about that... The barn is a bit old and musty, but it's home to me. Besides, you seem tired already. It won't take long to set things up for the night." She chuckles lightly before continuing, "And who knows? Maybe you can learn something new about sustainable living while we're here!"

Well, you aren't leaving her much choice! After thinking for a moment, she relents with a sigh. "Alright then... Let's go, I suppose." As the two of you leave the barn together, she asks curiously, "Where would we even stay? There isn't exactly a hotel around these parts..."

Huh? She looks over at the spot you're pointing, unable to hide her surprise as she sees a grand, modern building in the distance that she never noticed before. "I-I had no idea something like that was here..." she stammers. "Well... I suppose it won't hurt to have a look inside."

Her eyes widen as she takes in the lavish room, feeling completely out of place in her simple farmer's clothes. "It's... incredible," she whispers, walking slowly around the space. Upon spotting the king-size bed, however, her heart skips a beat and her cheeks flush with sudden embarrassment. She glances at you nervously before muttering under her breath, "I-I can sleep on the floor if you'd like...?"

A mixture of surprise and shyness crosses her face as she listens to your request. "W-Well, I suppose we could share... but really, you don't have to go through any trouble. I'm fine with whatever we have." She bites her lip, looking back at the bed, then up at you again before asking hesitantly, "Are you sure it's alright?"

With a small nod, she slowly begins to undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing a comfortable yet practical bra. Her movements are gentle and unsure, as if she isn't quite used to being so exposed in front of someone else. Once her shirt is off, she blushes even deeper, averting her gaze from you.

"Th-This is... um... This isn't very fancy." She gestures self-consciously to the worn cotton material that covers her body. "

Her cheeks burn bright red as she hears your compliment, but it also manages to make her smile shyly. "Th-Thank you," she whispers, continuing to undo the buttons on her denim shorts. With a final gentle tug, they fall to the floor around her feet, revealing a pair of white lace underwear that perfectly compliment her pale complexion and dark hair.

She glances up at you again, nervously awaiting your reaction before looking down at the bed, feeling exposed in more ways than one. "I-If you don't mind...?" she asks softly, motioning towards it with her hand, hinting that she's ready to get into bed if you are.

Her heart is racing, but there's also a strange sense of comfort and safety with you here tonight. Perhaps sharing this bed, even in such unconventional circumstances, will

Lucile's eyes widen slightly at the suggestion that she take a shower before getting into bed with you. The idea both excites and frightens her in equal measure, but curiosity wins out over caution as she nods slowly. "Alright... I can do that," she murmurs, stepping away from the bed to give herself some space.

She glances up at the window as you mention it's apparent nature, her cheeks flushing even deeper with embarrassment. "I-Is there anything... else?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting to seem ungrateful for your hospitality or lacking in modesty.

Her mind is racing, trying to think of some way she can make this more comfortable for both of them, but for now all she can do is focus on getting clean and preparing herself for whatever comes next.

As she steps into the opulent hotel bathroom and turns on the water, her nerves begin to settle a bit. The warmth of the shower surrounds her as she gently scrubs away the dirt and sweat from her body, reveling in the luxurious experience.

She spends several minutes washing herself, taking care not to get any water on the pristine floor or tub. Once she's clean, she pauses for a moment, gathering up her courage before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a plush towel from the warmer rack. As she dries off, she can't help but smile to herself at how different this feels compared to taking a shower in her own farmhouse.

Carefully, she wraps the towel around her body, leaving only her face and neck exposed as she emerges from the bathroom. She pads

gently across the thick carpet towards where you're sitting on the bed. Her heart is still racing, but there's also a strange sense of calm washing over her as she takes in your appreciative gaze. As she gets closer, she hesitates for a moment before letting the towel fall to the floor with a soft plop.

She stands before you, completely bare and vulnerable, her skin glowing from the heat of the shower and the touch of your glance. Her posture is relaxed yet confident, as if she's finally letting go of all her inhibitions and embracing this new experience with you.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you tell her to wear the lingerie you've picked out for her. Swallowing nervously, she reaches for the black bra and black thong on the bed before hesitating once more, glancing up at your face for reassurance. "Are you sure these will fit?" she asks softly, already anticipating their snugness against her unpracticed curves.

When you nod encouragingly, she takes a deep breath and slips on the lingerie, wincing slightly as it stretches taut across her chest and hips. The material is surprisingly smooth against her skin, a welcome contrast to the worn cotton of her usual undergarments. She glances up at you again from beneath her eyelashes, waiting for your reaction.

Her heart skips a beat as you tell her she's beautiful and ask if she'd like to be your wife. She stammers out a reply, still struggling to believe that someone could find her desirable in this context. "Y-You think so? B-But I'm just a... a farmer." A small smile plays across her lips as she looks down at herself, the lingerie making her feel more confident than ever before.

As for your proposal, it catches her entirely off guard. She wasn't expecting this; not here, and certainly not from someone like you. Her eyes search yours intently, trying to gauge whether or not you're serious. A million thoughts race through her mind as she tries to process the idea of being with you forever. "I-I... don't know," she finally manages to say, her voice quiet and uncertain.

Lucile's eyes widen as she takes in your words, her heart racing faster than ever. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite the initial shock of what you've said. A part of her wants to run away from this man and his outrageous demands; another part of her is strangely aroused by the power dynamic he's presenting her with.

"I... I'll do my best," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes a tentative step closer to you on the bed. Her body sways gently with each movement, her breasts jutting out proudly against the lacy bra. There's no denying that she desires this man in ways she never thought possible; whether it's because of who he is or what he's offering, she doesn't know yet. All she knows is that she wants more.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets your gaze. She shyly glances down at herself before raising her hands to the clasps of her bra, fingers trembling slightly as they brush across the lace and fabric. Slowly, slowly, she unhooks it and pulls it away, revealing her breasts to you for the first time. They're full and round, nipples hardening in anticipation as they spill free from their confines.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, but her eyes never leave yours. She takes a shaky breath before slipping the bra off entirely and setting it aside on the bed beside you. "S-So," she whispers, searching for words to explain herself. "You see... I'm not used to this kind of life. But... if you really want me, if you think I could be happy with you..." She

hesitates, her voice trailing off nervously. "I could try... to get used to it." Her words come out as more of a question than a statement, and she bites her lower lip in anticipation of your reply. Despite the fear and uncertainty coursing through her veins, there's also a strange thrill bubbling up from deep within; an unfamiliar desire to explore this new world with you, to discover what it truly means to be yours.

Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she nods slowly, a tremulous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay," she whispers, crawling carefully onto the bed until she's kneeling between your legs. Her hands shake as they reach for the button of your jeans, slowly pulling it loose before sliding them down over your hips and underwear, revealing your hard length to her. A faint gasp escapes her lips as her fingers curl around you, feeling you pulsing in her grasp.

Her other hand finds its way up to the collar of your shirt, tugging it free from your jeans before pushing it up and over your head, revealing your defined chest and sculpted abs beneath. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that she's doing this right, but all she sees is desire burning brightly in their depths. T

With shaking hands, she wraps one around your neck and the other around your waist, pulling herself closer to you as she feels the heat of your skin against her body. Her lips part slightly as her gaze drops to where they meet, watching in awe as you fill the space between them, throbbing with promise. She sucks in a sharp breath through her nose before tentatively guiding you towards her dripping wet folds.

Her hips rock gently back and forth, eager for more contact as she begins to take you into her body. Pain flashes across her senses for a brief moment, only to be replaced by an unimaginable pleasure as your length stretches her tightly. She bites down on her lip, moaning softly through the sharp sting, already craving the feel of you moving deeper within her.

As she feels you sinking deeper into her body, a sharp pleasure courses through her veins like lightning striking the ground. It's as if every nerve ending in her core is on fire, each thrust sending shudders of ecstasy rippling through her body. Her moans grow louder and more urgent, a needy hunger taking hold as she begins to meet your movements with equal force.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, drawing you closer still, craving the sensation of being fully connected with this stranger who now shares such an intimate part of her. Her eyes slide closed, focusing on the feelings coursing through every inch of her skin as the world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them alone in a haze of passion and lust.

Lucile's entire body is wracked with tremors as she feels the pleasure build to an unbearable intensity. Her moans grow more desperate, her hips bucking against you in a frantic search for release. She grips your shoulders tighter, digging her nails into your skin as the sensation of you filling her completely overwhelms every thought in her mind. With a throaty cry, she arches her back off the bed, body convulsing around you as wave after wave of bliss washes over her, leaving her spent and sated but somehow craving more. As the last echoes of her cries fade away, she collapses back onto the bed with a soft gasp, feeling your weight settle fully upon her. The room seems to grow still and quiet once more, save for their ragged breathing and the steady thump of their hearts against each other's

Her vision still swimming with the afterglow of pleasure, she looks up at you and nods drowsily. It feels strange, somehow disorienting to be lying here naked under your gaze now that the passion has subsided. A shiver runs down her spine as she reaches for her discarded bra and panties, slowly pulling them on with unsteady hands. With a small smile, she looks back at you, waiting for you to do the same before crawling carefully out of the bed and beginning to search for her clothes among the rumpled sheets.

The events of the night feel almost surreal now that they're over, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and a bit disoriented as she tries to reconcile this new reality with the life she knew before. But one thing is certain: this encounter has awakened something deep within her, and she can no longer pretend that things will ever be

Her heart drops like a stone as the words sink in; her clothes are gone, and there's no going back now. She forces herself to swallow down the lump forming in her throat and nods slowly, trying to keep her expression neutral despite the fear coursing through her veins. "I see," she manages to say softly, still looking for some sign of sympathy or understanding in your eyes.

The weight of this new reality presses down on her like a lead blanket, making it difficult to breathe and even harder to believe that just moments ago they were wrapped up in each other, consumed by passion and lust. It feels surreal now, almost as if she's dreaming; except for the growing ache between her legs, a reminder of what they've shared that refuses to be ignored or dismissed.

Lucile nods slowly, still struggling to process the situation and find some semblance of acceptance. Her heart races as you move closer to her, reaching for her body once more; this time to dress her in something different, something that no longer belongs to her old life. As your fingers brush against her skin, a shiver runs down her spine, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and oddly aroused despite the circumstances. She tries not to let these conflicting emotions show on her face, focusing instead on trusting you as you lead her into this new world where nothing will ever be quite the same.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she looks up at you, the desire and uncertainty in her eyes reflected back like a mirror. "Yes... I do." Her voice is barely above a whisper, shaking with emotion. "I want to be yours." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her decision settle heavily on her shoulders but not once regretting it. A newfound strength wells up inside her as she realizes that this is who she truly wants to be: yours, forever.

Carefully selecting her clothing from the wardrobe, she picks out a few sets of lingerie that catches your eye and some casual clothes which would look good on her body. She steps back to show you what she's chosen before asking hesitantly, "Do you think these are... acceptable?" Her cheeks flush with the embarrassment of having to present herself like this, but there's also a hint of pride in knowing that she has pleased you in some way.

Frowning slightly, she glances down at herself, feeling self-conscious about her attire now. She nods slowly and takes a deep breath before going through the lingerie again, picking out some more provocative pieces and adding them to the pile with the casual clothes. "I hope you like these better," she murmurs, presenting the selection once more. Her cheeks remain flushed but she tries to meet your gaze without appearing too nervous or shy.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets your gaze, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval. Despite her nervousness, there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of dressing up specifically for you and being exactly what you desire. She waits anxiously, heart racing faster than ever before, for your reaction to her selection.