She often wondered what others would think if they knew about the book, the forbidden treasure her friends had sent her from Minas Tirith. What would the stodgy old aunts think, if they knew what their Thain was up to with his wife, inspired by the pages of the Haradric book? They'd been scandalized enough by the bed he'd had made for her wedding gift, broader than any bed in the Shire, ideal for...playing. What then would they think of the games of submission, sometimes with scarves, or page after page of acrobatic positions.
Ivy snickered. Maybe they'd be jealous.