Lily grabbed his hand, hopping down in the same fashion he did. "That sounds great..." she said. But that's when a thought occurred to her. She hadn't brought a change of cloths. I guess ill just sleep without any undergarments on. Shouldn't be a problem. she thought. Oh how well he was treating her. Never had she slept in a mansion, let alone on ostrich feathers.
He smiled and lead her into the house, where he left Lily for a moment and instructed Fredrick that he had a guest. "I will put the drinks and pipes by your bed sir," he replied. Scott laughed and said "No, no she will be staying in one of the guest bedrooms." Fredrick looked slightly surprised but went out, looked at Lily, sizing her up in his head. He went off and laid out sleeping garments, skimpy on Scott's request, and came back and lead her to her room. "When would you like to be awakened madam?" he asked.
All the while Scott had walked to his bedroom and stripped down and flopped onto his bed, drawing the covers over his chest, and was snoring within a minute.
"Breakfast time please. Thank you..." she said. Fredrick left the room, leaving Lily to get dressed in the sleeping garments. And so she did. It was quite soft, whatever the fabric was made out of. She viewed herself in the mirror. Maybe a little bit more revealing then I would of liked, oh well. she thinks, climbing into bed. Oh how soft and plush it was, so soft, that she fell asleep almost instantly.
In the morning, Fredrick woke Scott, who requested that Fredrick get breakfast started immediately and to "Leave waking sleeping beauty to me." He got up from bed, Fredrick turning and shielding his eyes from Scott's nudity. "Oh come now Freddy, we are all men here," laughed Scott, but still the unamused Fredrick left quickly. Scott slipped on some pants and a loose white shirt and headed down the hall to Lily's guest room. He snuck into the room, unsure of exactly what he was planning yet. Eventually he decided on simply nudging her awake, though he was tempted to startle her with a whistle. Just before he nudged her he had a grand idea. He grabbed the edge of the covers and tugged them all off the bed in one deft movement. "Wakey wakey," he yelled. He was happy to find she had worn the sleeping garments, a thin see through silk skirt and top with cloth covering only the most private of areas. He let out a soft long whistling sound, which was a force of habit whenever he saw a woman who was looking exceptionally pretty or naughty.
Cole found a corner to play at. People were already starting to pass by, giving looks. "Well, time for me to start," he said, pulling out his lute. He put his lute case on the ground in front of him. Looking around, he made a faint smile, and started playing. Almost instantly people passing by stopped to listen, fascinated at the skill in which Cole was playing at. Coins already started dropping into his case. He smiled. He loved to play music.
"What the hell..." she grumbled, sitting up on the bed. She didn't want to get up, the bed was amazingly soft. It was the best sleep of her life. One nights rest in a bed that comfortable seemed to wash all the stresses of the day away. She looked up, seeing Scott instead of Fredrick. "Of course... I couldn't imagine your butler pulling off my covers and shouting. Because he's a actual gentleman." she said, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Maybe I shouldn't insult him as much as I do... she thought. "Err, Sorry Mr.Grandtree."
"No need to apologize. I'd gladly sacrifice my right to be called a gentleman in exchange for such a view," he cooed, stepping back and admiring shamelessly. He whistled his long soft whistle once more before shaking from his trance to speak to her. "Breakfast out by the pool sound good with you?" he asked, though it mattered not her decision, for it was a beautiful day and they would be eating there no matter what she said. He then picked up her clothes from the floor and handed them to a passing maid. "Get these washed and don't let her have them," he said, turning back to Lily. "Come now, a feast awaits us."
She blushed, he was a lot more willing to look at her today. She nodded, watching the maid take her cloths away. I wonder if he'll let me keep this... she thinks, walking to the door. "Whatever you want sir." she said, saying 'sir' just to amuse herself.
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Scott cursed himself for being such a dog, he could not waste his ocean traveling treat so early on. He walked, watching her walk, the garment so perfectly fitting. He could hardly handle himself, he needed release. "Go on ahead, I need to tell Fred something," he said to her from the doorway. He turned to Fredrick, who now stood beside him waiting to hear what he had to say. "Send Evelyn to my room after breakfast," he said. Fredrick rolled his eyes and nodded his head. Scott quickly followed his tantalizing morsel to the breakfast table. Laying there was all kinds different delectable treats. There were fresh fruit, fruit tarts, croissants and rolls, eggs cooked in every which way, pork chops and steak, coffee and coffee cakes, juices, milk and water and much more decorating the table. A maid set down two plates and filled Scott's mug with coffee, then stood back to see if they needed anything else. Scott waved his hand to dismiss her, which she happily complied with. Scott turned to Lily and ran a hand up her thigh. "Dig in."
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"Mm." she moaned, biting on the bottom of her lip. His touch sent a shock wave through out her entire body. Her eyes flickered off for a moment, but once he removed his hand she reopened her eyes. Never had she seen such a vast selection of food. In such a sort amount of time, Lily had seen and done quite a lot new things. It made her feel like a princess. She sat down in a chair, already piling on some eggs and fruit. "Smells terrific..." she said in a soft gentle tone. She was having a hard time concentrating on the food.
[Sorry for my absence, I was invited to pet three snow leopard cubs, Whig are of an endangered species. The world rotates around who you know, does it not?]
Scott ate silently, using proper manners and avoiding looking at Lily in her ravishing gown, save stealing a few glances of course. When he and she had finished he snapped and a maid, Jessica by name, came and took their plates. He watched as she walked away, an excellent example of the perfection of femenimity. He turned back to lily and pulled her chair from the table, helping her up. "I believe I ought to take you home," he said, leading her back inside where he instructed a maid to bring Lily some fresh clothes and for Fredrick to prepare his horse. "Sorry to rush you, but I have a very busy day," he explained as the maid handed her a clean white blouse with a decorative pink pattern sewn into the front and some pink cotton pants, nothing elegant, but not nearly as revealing. "Bathroom is right there," he said, pointing to the door behind her. "I won't peek I swear." He tossed her another devious grin and waited for her to change.
Smiling, she entered the bathroom. She quickly dressed, walking out of the bathroom, the night garmets in her hand. "Could I have this Scott?" she asked, rubbing her fingers over the silk. She liked it quite a lot, simply because Scott seemed to like it on her. She still had to pack and such, so she would be generally busy too. But whatever Scott was busy with, was probably something different.
While Lily changed, Scott peeked into his office to see Evelyn, completely nude, laying across his desk. "I must run an errand dear, but will return for you soon."
"The hell with your errands," she said, waggling a finger to invite him in and rearranging her body in a more sensuous pose.
"Sadly, that cannot be done," he said closing the door on her, only to reopen it moments later. The woman looked hopeful and he hated disappoint her, but he did so anyway. "Get Jessica too," he said, to which she responded by laying down and releasing a large sigh as he left, closing the door behind him as Lily opened hers.
"But of course, it would be a waste to put it on anyone else," he responded, smiling and leading her out the door. She was already calling him by his first name, a bold move on her part and he was uncertain if he liked it or not. He pulled her upon his steed and rushed to he house, hardly able to wait any longer. Soon they arrived at her house. "I will send someone by with your things later today," he said "And do not be shy, visit me anytime, so long as it is at least a good hour from now, for I will be busy until then."
She wanted to ask what he was busy with, but decided against it. Whatever he was busy with was his business. Instead, she nodded and waved as he left. She walked into her house, and immediately began packing. Oh how she was looking forward to tomorrow. Mostly about meeting the crew, she was interested in what other people Scott picked to come along on the voyage.
Ludwig was woken up in the morning by a the sound of a lute nearby his home. The music was surprisingly soothing despite the fact that Ludwig had obviously drank heavily the night before. He got up slowly, anticipating the obligatory headache. He pushed against his temple with his palm and gritted his teeth as the pain was pushed into his head like a nail. I need water he thought to himself quietly.
After Ludwig got up and had his regular breakfast of shredded meat in bread he thought he may as well pay the busker outside. He opened the front door and spotted the source of the sound; a scrawny man in a corner entrancing all passers-by. So this is that lute player everyone's talking about Ludwig thought, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms I think I'll stay and listen a while .
Scott walked out of his study about 50 minutes after dropping off Lily feeling refreshed, a new man. Both woman followed him out, smiling and blowing kisses in unison as they crossed to the bathroom to fetch their clothes. He headed to the kitchen and grabbed his last bottle of rum, informing Fredrick that he expected a new bottle within the hour. He walked to his workout room and downed half the bottle in one swig, placing it on the floor and proceeding with his workout, upper body first, then he would go out and run five miles through the mountains before returning. Upon his return he finished his rum and washed himself, for at this point he was slick with sweat. He put on fresh clothes and cologne and proceeded into his Study to take care of some final financial matters before his long trip.