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The Lady was a tall, graceful woman. Her wealth came from being a distant relative of a European royal family, but her power came from being beloved in the community since moving to America.

In those days, men ruled society, but she was a notable exception. She financed local politicians along with charities that she believed in. She was a big player in the business scene as well, controlling many of the imports and exports with her fortune.

What no one knew — what no one could have ever imagined — was that the Lady had brought to America something she had learned from the royal family. To her, Americans were tame in regards to pleasures of the body and the various ways to indulge.

A woman like her was accustomed to the best of everything. Only the finest of delight and satisfaction. In her world, every vice was acceptable once the doors were closed and she was away from the public eye.

Her son was old enough to be the man of the house, so she treated him as such. Lady sexually indulged with him in every room of her lavish manor. She sucked his manhood while having desserts. She rode her son while live music played. It was the finest pleasure a sophisticated woman could have.

She wore custom tailored erotic outfits for him, never caring that the maids and butlers were aware of this debauchery. To her, they were servants. Inside the walls of the manor, all she cared about was her own desire, and that of her son’s.

What she also brought to America was something that science couldn’t understand. Something passed down from her family for several generations and she didn’t fully understand it either. Adding to her sexual excitement, she often wore family jewelry when she had sex with her son, telling him that they’d be doing this forever and ever.

Modern Day

Detective Amy Hubert was the city’s best burglary investigator. So when the manor of a top political donor had been struck by professional criminals, she had personally been requested for the job.

She arrived at the scene at approximately 8:32 on a Monday morning. With her was the usual crew, a team of forensic experts who examined the premises for trace materials and latent prints.

Also with Detective Hubert was her son, a rookie police officer, who one day hoped to become a detective as well. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her son becoming a cop, but she also understood. And if her son was interested in following her footsteps, then she insisted that he be well-versed.

“Thoughts?” she asked as they walked around the courtyard after taking statements.

Edward pondered for a moment. “It’s interesting. The facts seem unusual.”

And he was right. A safe was opened and the valuables were stolen. Paintings had gone missing. Artifacts had also disappeared.

There was zero evidence of forced entry or foul play. Security cameras seemed to have glitched at the moment the items were stolen. It could have been an inside job, but having reviewed the rest of the security footage, the whereabouts of the manor staff were all accounted for.

And in Detective Hubert’s opinion, none of the staff seemed like people who would pull off a job of this magnitude. Her instincts were most often correct about these things.

“It could be an insurance scam,” Amy noted. “Perhaps the owner of this manor needs money for whatever reason and he staged it.”

Edward gestured around. “Doesn’t seem like these people need money.”

“Yes, we’ll have to inquire further. Things aren’t always as they appear.”

They finished their walk around the premises where they discussed theories and potential routes of entry, and concluded that this was puzzling. It was too clean. Amy’s instincts leaned towards an inside job.

Speaking of which, a man in his 40’s named Carlyle approached them. She had already interviewed him inside the manor and he seemed a bit suspicious, like he was hiding something.

“May I have a word, detective?” Carlyle asked.

“Yes, of course. Let’s keep it out here if you want privacy.”

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