She rested her hand against the flat of his belly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see many of her girls hungrily eyeing Henry. It was no surprise at all, he was a gorgeous and very well built man. The portraits done of him were done later in life and she always thought that was a shame. They never did the man justice whatsoever.
Her hand moved from his stomach and up along his torso to rest just above where his heart beat beneath her palm. A slow smiled worker its way across her face again. She turned and pressed the length of her body to his, her breasts crushed to his chest and spilling slightly over the material of her bodice.
"Well, darling, a man such as yourself who is used to such splendor deserves such splendor," she said, her lips very close to his. "I shall show you myself what you deserve and need to relax. Shall we adjourn to my private quarters?"