Consider this - who exactly comes to a cotillion? Females. Young, innocent, virgin females. That's who! Enough to satisfy even my desires. Women are my weakness and I indulge that weakness as often as I can. Gold-diggers. Coquettes. Self-serving opportunists. I'm a Prince, why wouldn't they throw themselves at me? I take what's freely offered because it's satisfying, but I'll never love someone who has nothing but a pretty face. I'm not interested in being the hunted. Not when there's prey as delicious as Elle Gray! Sweet, intelligent, motivated. The girl I can't get out of my head. She's got her ticket away from mediocrity, an acceptance letter to a prestigious fashion school. All she needs is a sponsor. A sponsor she can find at my cotillion. I'll find her again that night... And that night I'll be her first…