His name is Sir French, a 30-something playboy before even the word was created. Because of his nobility, his wealth and his estate giving a lot of people work where they otherwise wouldn’t find any, many people tolerate him, all the way through to sort-of liking him, and it has never mattered to him. However, over the past few years, he's gone even further off the deep end, due to being stood up at the altar by the one woman who knew him better and more intimately than anyone. After drowning his sorrows in wine, women and tasteless, temporary thrills, he is escorting two ‘escorts’ into the library to have a little fun when he suddenly realise someone is waiting there for him… Both the one person he wants to see, and she whom he wants to see the least. He is semi-dressed, slightly drunk and has a hooker on either arm.