UnnaturalAllures

You have been invited to a party of the strangest sort and probably would have declined right away – if it wasn’t for the scent of marvellous scandal hanging over the entire affair.

Your host, Sylvester Fairfax, used to be quite the flamboyant reveller in London’s fabulous High Seasons in his younger years. If you haven’t personally met up with him for a drink or three, you have heard at least the legends, growing more extravagant with each retelling.

But this was years ago, before he moved to a secluded countryside manor, Blackwood House, to support his widowed aunt with managing the estate. Maybe he gave up on sowing his wild oats, maybe his family had finally had enough of his outings, or maybe you believed the rumours that one of his liaisons had given him the Lover’s Pox. But since he moved into his new abode, his visits to the Seasons have stopped all of a sudden.

So the unexpected invite to an off-season “Mummy Reveal” party to the ridiculously remote country manor came quite as a surprise. You have heard of such parties, from when your grandparents were still in their younger years. The whole thing is so terribly out of fashion that it feels intriguing in its own right. All the more when your peers wrote to you they’d received the same invitation and were equally perplexed but willing to indulge. You could not dare to miss the spectacle – could you?

A few hours ago you arrived at Blackwood House after a dreadful and utterly uneventful journey through the time-forgotten English countryside, were greeted by the head butler and shown to your rooms to freshen up and join the Society for dinner.

Scandal awaits...