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Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

''Any sort,'' she replied, her eyes wide with excitement and hazed with dreams. She loved escaping to another world through books, whether it be another dimension or simply the Ancient Greece. ''I read every book I can stumble upon, I've read every book at our local shop, but there aren't that many,'' she admit, smiling apologetically, as though it would somehow disappoint him. Meanwhile, she kept walking, trying to figure out where the staff was. ''May I wonder, where are the people you mentioned?'' She questioned politely, raising her gaze at him again.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

They were, like me, enchanted along with this castle. They continue service now as they did before but can no longer claim humanity. They were transformed into animate objects representing their functions within the castle during their lives... Mrs. Pot, the cook, turned into a tea pot, for example, he explained, hoping she would not panic upon hearing this. There was no danger of her undergoing such a transformation, after all. And I will inform you we have quite an extensive library for you to browse when you see fit to, he added after a moment's though, sure she would be excited by this knowledge. I am changing it from the movie verse where he had practically forgotten how to read it had been so long.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

The girl was in fact startled by the information. Therefore, he wasn't truly a beast, and the castle wasn't empty, everyone was enchanted. She nodded to herself, assuming that evil forces were at play, although she assumed that there was a possibility of him being cursed. ''I see,'' she nodded, curious although afraid. ''Oh, thank you,'' she exclaimed, her eyes instantly lighting. Of course she quickly calmed down, twisting her hair around her finger absently. An optimist, she decided that perhaps the beast was not all that bad. '''Where are we going?'' She wondered, watching him. It's cool, you can change anything. 3
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

To the library... you seemed interested in it, he replied as he walked quickly and purposefully down several halls, never having the gentlemanly thought to wait for her. No, such polite behavior was long gone from his repertoire if it'd ever been there at all.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

''Oh, great,'' she smiled, running up to him. Unconsciously, her hand slid over his one, grazing the soft fur. Oddly enough, Belle felt her heart skip a beat. ''Wait up,'' she exclaimed, rather tired after the run from the wolves. A part of her simply wanted to sit down, instead of racing around. ''Where will I live, by the way?'' She wondered, raising her gaze at him.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

You will have your own room, in the south wing near the library and a set of keys to both, for your study and privacy, he replied. Would you rather I show you to your room? I will have the seamstress up there as soon as you are ready to fit you and see if any of the many dresses left here would fit you. She can alter them, if need be, but her current form makes such difficult at times... He calmed with her hand now on his, no longer feeling the insistent need to rush a head and make things ready for her or the constant fear he would offend her by brash word or action.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

The girl was surprised that he didn't push her hand away, more so that he slowed down. ''Oh, that's great,'' she replied with a smile, her negative attitude toward him fading away. ''Could you show me the library first?'' She wondered, eager to find out what the library looked like, and find a book to read. The dress comment was surprising to her, making her arch a brow. ''Yes, I understand,'' she smiled, nodding. ''Is there a princess of the castle?'' She wondered cautiously, oddly enough feeling a pang of jealousy.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

You think there needs to be a princess in every castle? What, next you'll be thinking there needs to be a prince as well! he exclaimed, laughing rather loudly at the idea. No, there are no 'royalty' to speak of left in this home. They left it after an angry witch cast an evil spell on it! he added. He doubted she would believe in such things, most did not unless confronted directly with magic and even if it looked as if magic was responsible, people still often doubted such sources as curses and wicked witches, even if the woman had been evil in only the respect that she desired vengeance for his slight. Now, come, I will show you the library, where, unlike this very real castle, you will find princes and princesses 'til your heart's content, he added, leading her towards a very large room. Now close your eyes, he directed. placing her hand over them. And do not look until I direct you. He quickly entered the room and went about lighting all of the very old brash chandeliers, leaving the room in a warm glow of evening light, much the kind one would allow their eyes to suffer in for the love of books.
Thread: [Racheal and Tainted] The Beauty & The Beast

''Well...I mean, I meant your lady,'' she mumbled, trying to explain what she had in mind, a blush playing on her cheeks. His loud laughter made her feel stupid. ''And who are you?'' She wondered, curious about his status in the castle. However, once he mentioned that he didn't want her to look she forgot all about it. Quickly, she hid her eyes with her hands, rather interested by what he had to show her. As most curious people she loved surprised. Following him in silence, she waited patiently until he would let her open her eyes. Finally, she opened her eyes, her jaw almost dropping. ''Wow, this is beautiful,'' she exclaimed, twirling around, taking in all the books in the large room. There were so many that she would not be able to finish all of them in a lifetime, if not two. Approaching a shelf, she brushed her fingers against the book's side, looking back at him. ''This is great,'' she admired the library, pulling out a book she has heard of yet never been able to find. ''May I borrow this?'' She wondered. It was a love story, yet a darker one, one holding a forbidden aspect. Oddly, for a second she thought of what it would be like to fall in love with him.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

As the sun crested the horizon and started to paint a yellow canvas over the silent ocean, Marcel drew in a slow, and calming breath. There was always something about the sunrise he had adored, something primordial, and that was probably the reason he had spent so much money to obtain the bit of property he now possessed, and had built his dream business upon. It had once been a seaside resort, a three story five star hotel flanked on either side by three cottages which now served as rental properties and housing for the administrative staff of his business, which amounted to an accountant and a manager. But what was once a tourist destination was now a quaint little club for those who enjoyed the alternative lifestyle of BDSM, and for that, Marcel was the purveyor. He had spent many hours speaking with various individuals to recruit them into the life where they could serve his clients, while maintaining their autonomy, self-respect and safety, while partaking in their personal desires as a career while advancing themselves outside of the resort. The safety of his staff was a paramount to Marcel, and on the rare occasions where a customer had overstepped their bounds, they fell into the pervue of his day job, which never ended positively for the unruly clients. Inside the manor, clients may be slowly awaking to pass by the counter staff and pay their dues, smiling softly as they return to their normal lives, whatever they may be, having spent the night among some of the most beautifully decorated modern rooms a hotel could offer, with lavish king sized beds, comfortable bathrooms fit with jacuzzi tubs, and a little side room equipped for all the pleasures one could want, within the comfort of the girl or boy who called that room their own. Running his hand slowly over the soft fur of his Bernese mountain dog's head, Marcel smiled. Today felt like a good day.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

At this early hour, a petite figure wrapped a long vest closer around herself as she nervously made her way to the estate's main entrance. Last week she'd read the club had an opening at one of the fetish photography sites she checked regularly, and despite her rather subdued life she'd responded immediately this was her chance to escape from the sideline. Lucky for her, inexperience was apparently no reason for the club to turn her down, and she'd received the invite for an interview within days. Now, only a week from the moment she'd sent them her letter, she was on their doorstep, taking a deep breath before pushing the intercom button and announcing her rather early arrival. The reason she stood there at only 7 in the morning was her morning class. She'd somehow have to combine this job, or lifestyle rather, with school - and if that meant getting up before sunrise, that was a sacrifice she'd make without thinking twice. The girl at the reception had given her a somewhat surprised but kind welcome and after checking the administration had escorted her to the owner's private quarters. Liz took off her vest, folded it over her arm and straightened her clothes - a plain black corset with candy pink staylace above a black pencil skirt, legs adorned by thigh-high black stockings and simple mary jane shoes - and run a hand through long black hair, part of it tied by the same ribbon that functioned as staylace in her corset. With a last deep breath she'd attempt to calm the butterflies in her stomach, then knocked, soft smile spreading across her subtly glossed lips.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

As soon as she had announced her entrance, the manager had stepped into the backyard of the manor, and stepped to Marcel's side, giving a small, polite bow to the owner as he looked up to her. Sir, the new applicant has arrived. She's being escorted up to your quarters pretty much as we speak. She said quietly, knowing that it was not well taken to interrupt Marcel during the sunrise. Not that he was prone to outbursts if he was, his demeanour at these times just seemed to warrant a little discretion, since he always appeared lost in the sight. Is it seven already? He replied, looking to his watch to confirm that it was indeed the scheduled time for the girls appearance, and a slow grin passed over his lips. Punctual little pet isn't she? He commented, and his manager gave a small grin as well, being a bit of a dominant individual herself, which is how she had won the position. Giving a final stretch, Marcel would turn and walking inside, catching the private elevator from the lobby floor up to the top level, where his quarters and the offices of the administration were located. His timing was perfect, for when the doors of the elevator whooshed open, he would see the young beauty knocking even so lightly on his door. I regret to inform you that behind that door, there is no one listening. You're so punctual that our dear owner is not currently in his quarters. May I be of service? He asked, playing away his position so he could see how she reacted to a stranger dressed in a plain black tee shirt, and slightly ruffled navy khakis wandering the upper halls of a manor such as this. His soft blue eyes took in her form, stance, and dress critically, as he measured her up in these first moments of meeting.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

A soft blush'd color her cheeks, caused more by surprise of the voice behind her than shyness. She'd turn around slowly, the laid back impression he made tugging her lips up just a little higher as she gave a slight nod of her head. She was not entirely sure how to act upon the news that the owner was not present, and the loose way in which the stranger spoke of him had immediately caught her interest - choice of words was such a fascinating phenomenon. Pulling her shoulders up in a small shrug would express part of afore mentioned uncertainty, and she verbalised it politely in a soft but steady I'm not entirely sure, sir. I had an appointment with him at 7..But, your calling me punctual leads me to assume you were aware of that.. She'd shortly make eye contact simply to reinstate that she was addressing him, then habitually fixed her gaze on his shoulder, slightly downcast but obviously still engaged. In the time between her words and his reply, she pondered whether his vocabulary and stating awareness of her appointment were intentional, and made a game out of guessing, or perhaps rather gauging, the man's character and his part in this business.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

Indeed I am aware of your appointment, I was the one who made it for him. Was Marcel's immediate reply, glad that she had caught that he knew a bit too much to not have been involved in her selection process. Once the words were spoken, he would take a short time to look at her stance, and the careful way she held her eyes in a perfect manner. She was smart, and she had taken this lifestyle very seriously, and that almost made a small grin pass over his lips in the moment of silence between them. But he did not wish the game to end just yet, but took a moment to think on how to proceed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he would lean against the door frame of the elevator, and continue watching her. It may not be my place to ask miss, since I am but a manager in this resort, but would you tell me what it is that brought you here? Simple curiosity guides my questions, so please, feel free not to answer if you rather reserve it for the owner. He continued, partially thickening the veil between his true intentions and his ruse of a position to further gauge the girl before him.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

Liz would lightly shift her weight to one foot, readjusting the vest over her arm to buy herself a little more time. She could've sworn the reply to her application was signed by the owner himself, but then again.. wasn't it rather common for an employee to send replies 'in name of'..? She wouldn't know, it wasn't exactly her area of expertise.. this pondering was, however, and as soon as she realized she was doing it she shot the stranger an apologetic smile, not wanting to make him wait, and not wanting to seem impolite. Another thing she didn't want to seem was ignorant, and for that reason she let the whole manager owner subject rest. As a manager, i'd reckon you're perfectly allowed to ask such a question, sir. Besides.. i would not be the one judging what your place is. Your questions are not the only things guided by simple curiosity, sir - so am i. Curiosity, or perhaps interest rather. I'm only.. she paused for a moment to decide on a word, then continued distantly, familiar with this lifestyle, and i'd like that to change. She'd look at him for another moment, a somewhat more relaxed expression settling on her face. Teeth would shortly trouble her bottom lip before she spoke again I don't wish to be rude, but do you have any idea when mister..Reynolds - Reynolds, right? could be expected, sir? You see, i have morning classes in two hours, and i know that's a fair bit of time but i wouldn't feel comfortable having to rush through the interview.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

When he had answered his question, he had given a small nod, tongue troubling the hair of his goatee just below his lip, action being stopped by her inquiry as to the whereabouts of the owner. Pausing for a moment of thought, he soon stood himself up straight, and took a step towards Liz, closing the limited distance between them. He's expected right now. Hello Liz, I'm Marcel Reynolds, it's a pleasure to meet you. He said calmly, small smile passing over his lips as he extended a hand to her in welcome. You will have to pardon the small ruse, I find it easier to judge a person's character when they don't know who I am. Comes with my professional territory. He would add, waiting for her to take his hand, and if she should, he would take it firmly, and place a kiss upon the back of it before release. Come into my office and we can get this interview started, although you've pretty much addressed the major points I would want to cover, so I'll say you're doing well. He continued, stepping around her to reach the door to his quarters and unlock it.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

His minor revelation would evoke a quiet chuckle - first of all because she enjoyed games like this to no end, second of all.. because she'd been right simple as that. Just a second before, she had observed his behavior, it was obviously laid back, but there had been a hint of amusement, for example the perhaps subconscious fidgeting with his goatee, that she couldn't quite justify, and now she knew why. When he took a step towards her she reflexively backed away the fraction of an inch, but she met his smile with one of her own - and a rather amused one at that - while gently accepting his hand. It's quite alright sir, there's definitely a truth to that. Pleasure to meet you too, mister Reynolds, and thank you for the compliment. The compliment, along with the courtesy in his kissing the back of her hand, had in fact conjured another light blush and she lowered her head just a bit further because of that, while waiting for him to enter the office.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

Opening the door, she would be greeted by a massive room with a lofty 4.5 meter ceiling, and across the room sat a pair of french doors which were now letting the sun stream in from the attached balcony. The walls and ceiling were an aged white, carefully picked for a clean, bright yet wisened look that appealed to Marcel's particular tastes. The floor, however, was fine hardwood, matching the tint of the large desk which sat in front of the french doors. Various office items crowded the walls, a fax machine, cabinets, and on one wall sat a small device which seemed to be a personal alarm station linked to each room. Otherwise the room was relatively devoid of anything which might give away any of Marcel's personal choices and preferences, locked behind one of the solid oak doors which stood off to the side of the room. Stepping in before her, he would soon stand aside so she could pass, closing the door behind her before directing her to a comfortable antique seat which sat in front of his desk. Once she was seated, he would take a moment to wander around to his own seat, sitting down slowly while still observing the way she sat herself down, and the posture which she took. Of course all these were excuses to take in the subtle art of her frame, he soft curves, and her lovely face. Folding his hands on his desk, he would think of a proper question, one which actually mattered to him more than any girl's kinks or desires. What are you taking in school? He asked plainly, because he would not accept a girl or boy to his employ were they not trying to better themselves outside of the manor.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

The room was majestic to say the least and Liz, gazing around with a slightly dropped jaw, was quite impressed by the combination of elegance and grandeur it possessed. Quite an office you have here, sir she murmured as she slowly made her way to the desk. Once he gestured for her to take a seat she'd ease herself onto the chair he'd pointed out. Habitually not using more than front half of the seat, maintaining a comfortable yet active position, legs folded 'neath the chair, slightly turned to one side, hands resting cupped and palm-upwards in her lap. When he spoke she'd focus her eyes on his shoulder again, though until that time her gaze fluttered across the room, admiring the style and studying details of the interesting choice in furniture. His question somewhat caught her off guard and she slightly canted her head as she looked at him, one brow raised lightly in surprise, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she found herself capable of replying. Eh..I, study philosophy, sir. After a second more of recovering, she'd add With some luck, i should have my bachelor's degree by the end of next year. She'd look down to her lap, straightening her corset and pushing a few strands of hair back into place - being unable to figure out why a question was asked always got her slightly nervous - or perhaps just eager to know.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

He would give a small nod to her answer, and decided to lean back in his chair, resuming the calm, laid back approach which practically defined the man behind the manor. His mind however, was quite busy, happily taking in the lovely way she sat, he mannerisms and her subtle beauty. When he had seen her outside of his office, he had already made up his mind about her having a position, but what position exactly, he was not too sure of yet. I bet you're wondering why I asked about your schooling, and why that may be important. See, I believe a person's life in this lifestyle in enriched by remaining part of the 'real world', as in having a job, going to school, just something that will allow them to separate pleasure from everything else. It's born from personal experience, even I still have a day job, partially so I can maintain this manor more easily, and partially so when I do indulge in the beauty of this lifestyle, I can appreciate it fully, and more eagerly explore all possibilities. He explained, not really waiting for an answer as to whether she actually wanted to know or not. I'm glad to see you're taking something such as philosophy...it's a smart area of study, one I respect, and a smart brain allows for better learning and enjoyment. He added, before shifting a bit in his chair. So what is it in yourself you'd like to discover with being part of this world my little Liz? He now asked, picking his words carefully to further gauge her reaction to specific titles. Just another little game to play.
Thread: Life (Tatcon and his Lucy)

His rather open observation of her made her slightly nervous, her mind trying to decide between being shy or flattered. The fact that he answered an unspoken question and did not require much of a reaction eased her nerves a bit and the enthusiasm showing on her face grew with nearly every word. She'd nod agreeingly and had to make an effort not to respond with 'exactly!' after every finished sentence. Once he'd finished talking she needed a second to sort everything out. She concluded his opinion in ..it's a lifes style , not a life and gave a short, agreeing nod, then hastily added ..and thank you for the compliment, sir. Next up in her train of thought was the idea of looking inside, she'd always preffered thinking about things that were.. well, not within herself. And the fact that he first of all called her 'his', second of all addressed her as 'little' and last but not least used her abbreviated name was a rather welcome distraction from that. She found all three of these things rather pleasant, comfortable one might say, making it easier to admit she didn't have a straight-to-the-point answer. I'm not entirely sure, sir- though, at the moment she began speaking, her mind forming an answer, she realized it was rather concrete after all Or actually, i think what i would like to discover, if you wish to put it that way, is why i'm so undeniably attracted to this particular lifestyle..Looking for the part that makes me want to be part of it, perhaps. She'd look at him shortly to gauge his reaction, somewhat shy but determined expression on her own features.