Some creatures have appetites so monsterous that they become a matter of historical legend, more so even than facts in their lifetime would indicate. The Lotharios, the Casanovas, the Rasputins, the Mongol Khans of this world. The subject of this missive is destined to be a new star in this glittering firmament, so widely does he himself advertise his nocturnal activities.

Why, this very evening, according to a source trusted by your correspondent, did he boast with very explicit luridness of his designations with a certain woman of high standing in the city, and yet the cad still implied that he is treating the situation with the utmost casualness, and indeed intends to disengage later from the entire affair. Looking at him, it is hard to believe, although the source was actually clear that his physical deformities were an affectation. Come to think of it, your correspondent may not trust her source after all.

You know you love me,

xoxo
Lady Pettegola