Ivy Mason

Giselle glanced around as she approached the redhead, slightly surprised to find the asset alone. Perhaps, it was that the mistress had invited her here, so there hadn’t been any need for a guard to accompany her? Not that Giselle would complain, interacting with guards around here was still a bit confusing. ”Evening, Ivy. I’m so delighted you could make it. How are you today?” the mistress replied and smiled at her. She stood next to her, placing a picnic basket to the sand. ”Since it’s such a beautiful evening, I thought it’d be nice to just have a small walk and watch the sunset. Plus, I brought some… appetizers.”

It was so nice to watch the water sway, the sound lulling her into a sense of calm, the sand still slightly warm beneath her feet. She enjoyed every second of the fresh sea air and the view; the assets didn’t often get to come down to the beach and see this unless they were accompanied by, or meeting a master or mistress. The light sea breeze whisked through Ivy’s long red hair and she grinned at the sight of the mistress stood before her. “Good evening, mistress” Ivy wasn’t sure if the woman had a preferred way to be spoken to, but it was always a safe guess to call someone new to you by mistress or master she thought to herself.  

“I wouldn’t miss it... I’m well, pleased to be enjoying your company and the stunning views Eros has to offer” ivy looked out to the sea for a moment and smirked “and of course I don’t just mean the beach” she winked playfully. With a smile still painted across her lips, ivy softly nodded her head in agreement; “that sounds perfect” she mused. When assets joined a mistress or master for the evening it could often go one of a few ways, and so Ivy was pleased to be indulging in something so pleasant.

“You really do seem like you enjoy following orders.” The blonde replied leaning closer and giving the red hair a gentle peck on her cheeks. “See that’s one side I love about you. Getting all too sexy and flirty it makes my heart pound you know.” She grins placing a finger along where she had pecked the girl. “I bet you’re getting exicited knowing where we are and what situation we are in.”

Her pencil traced the corners of the woman’s eyes, and she sighed, not quite right, she scrubbed with an eraser and began again. Ivy wanted to make sure she got this one just right, she appreciated the mistresses beauty and wanted to ensure she caught it as well as she could on page. One brow raised and the corner of her mouth pulled in to a slight grimace “Honestly? When you’re unclaimed... not great...” her thoughts turning to her shared room, something she was not acclimated to at all yet. “Don’t get me wrong it’s alright. Guess it’s just a strange experience to adapt to having room mates”

As the woman leaned in and pressed her kips softly on Ivy’s cheek she smiled her face craning to her touch slightly. As the woman lingered Ivy kept herself close to her, and brought her voice to a whisper “I do mistress” she smirked and leaned into the woman, placing one soft kiss on her lips. Lingering for one second before resting back again, picking up her pencil and paper “I’m always excited to be near you” she smiled sweetly.

“Well I do remember myself on the very first night. How it was so hot when you actually followed my instructions, It was a very fun night. Do you see yourself as a mistress or would you rather keep being an asset if things didn’t go as plan?” She questions honestly not too sure about her own circumstance despite being the heir to her own family company. “ I just didn’t have any clue or idea how this place function and still getting use to the idea of taking the reigns.”

Holding her paper up for a moment, Ivy examined the two beside one another, narrowing her eyes to focus on them. Placing it down for one moment Ivy leant forward to Quin and adjusted her hair slightly, tucking one strand behind her ear, and fluffing the other side slightly. Taking a moment to linger eye contact, “I’m quite well known for being honest” she leaned back into her seat again “painfully so sometimes” Ivy joked.  

Her lips twisted as she remembered the evening they’d spent together, she pumped her brows, looking down as she sketched away “it was indeed...” a small smile creased across her lips, it was definitely a hot night. She looked up toward the woman and rested her pencil down for a moment as she thought “honestly? I would love the freedom that I’d get as a mistress...  but I’m much better at following instructions that giving them” she grinned and caught the mistresses eyes flirtatiously “well maybe we can figure that out together...”

As it was he was standing right over the edge, close to where she was resting leaned against the side of the pool. ‘I hope you’re enjoying yourself.’ He offered as he set down his things almost right where he stood to get ready to join her in the water. ‘Wouldn’t you rather be enjoying the beach, though?’

As the man set down near her she smiled softly “I have been, and I’m sure that won’t stop now...” she flirted, taking a second to look down his frame slowly. She smirked slightly as he mentioned the beach, it wasn’t something that assets were able to do alone, she raised one eyebrow “why are you going to take me down there?” she joked, though she definitely wouldn’t object if that’s what he wanted.

One hand where she had rested, pulling her hair to one side and tracing her hands slowly across her neck. “I could ask you the same, what brings you here instead of the beach?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Damm it. I wanted the beret. And I look really good in stripes,” he joked. He rolled his eyes teasingly at her joke, took a sip of his coffee, and nodded along as she explained her life. “Should have put that together. Fashion. Paris. Makes sense. You didn’t want to be in the fashion business?” It was a type of art, but maybe not the kind she enjoyed. “Yeah, I think he was. Doesn’t matter though. I don’t want to know him, so it’s better he’s gone, right?” He shrugged. “Very cool. Very international of you.”

Ivy laughed, this guy had the right idea “of course, not just Oscar though, we will be sweeping award season entirely. We will just have to black market the awards, get an alias written on them so they can’t ever trace it back”. Ivy sipped at what was left of her coffee slowly, thinking about the time spent travelling between Paris and London, and how though she wanted to be away from her family, every time she returned home she remembered how much she loved it.

“I’m sure the Paris fashion police will make an exception for you” She laughed. She thought back on the time spent working with her mother and sighed, it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it, but she couldn’t stand the pressure of being in charge “oh no I loved fashion, and our company was a brilliant chapter of my life... but I hate being in charger - hence... you know being an asset” she joked. “Sounds about right, fuck that guy. You’re right, I am very international” she narrowed her eyes and crumpled her lips sarcastically.

Some time at the beach with the hot sun shining on his body while he exercised heavily would be heaven, but that would be too remote, even if he counted the beach bar. So he opted for a small session at the hub’s pool where he was bound to run into someone anyone who would later help him ease his muscles.

Clad with nothing but a pair of swimming boxers and with a white towel thrown over his shoulder he entered the area and sure enough, he wasn’t alone in there. ‘You don’t mind company, do you?’

Floating freely in the warm pool, enjoying the beautiful silence for a moment, having no one present. Ivy always enjoyed swimming, it was calming and about the only thing her brothers couldn’t beat her at, they were all far too bulky to race her. Swimming to the edge Ivy rested her arms on the side, placing her chin down on her arms.

Her legs kicked and padded through the water, half of her long red hair falling down and floating. As someone’s feet walked into the room, Ivy barely raised an eye. She was far too calm to worry to much, until she heard a voice, looking up towards it hazier eyed. Ivy grinned, eyes tracing the frame of the man before her. “Oh I wouldn’t mind it at all” she mused, a seductive tracing across her lips.  

“Your family is rich and you’re an asset?” She questions before hearing the rest of the story. Feeling it getting a bit unconformable she merely nods her head. “Thanks for sharing. I didn’t get that impression from you. You seem very nice.” She admits letting the older girl work on the so called art. “Is there a reason why you didn’t buy yourself into the island?” She asks, a genuine question but one she didn’t have high hopes for the answer.

Beginning to detail the eyes of the woman on the drawing Ivy looked up at her, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head to examine them slightly. Ivy grinned and widened her eyes again “anytime sweetheart. Not everyone can appreciate more than ‘hot’” She laughed and continued to sketch the woman’s eyes.

It was a confusing aspect for most people, Ivy should really be on the other end of things but I guess she never very much enjoyed being in charge. “Uh yeah... they are, and I guess I am too. I much prefer taking orders than giving them I suppose” Ivy smiled and sighed “there’s something quite beautiful about letting everything go for a while, who knows maybe I’ll return one day as a mistress” she joked raising one brow, a soft gracing her lips.

“You lived in Paris? That’s pretty cool, at least. Right? I’ve never been just. It looks cool on TV. What’s your mom’s business?” He took a long sip of his coffee then added, “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to. Just tell me to shut up whenever you need to.” He grinned a little. “So you know the important ones,” he said, nodding. “Uh no. Venezuela actually. I’m really pale, I know. I’m like 95% sure my dad just thought I couldn’t be his, and that’s why he walked out on us.” He said it casually, taking another sip of coffee. “So are you French or...?”

Amen to that, Ivy thought to herself, their situation here in as assets was a strange one, it wasn’t like an escort. Ultimately they were all waiting to be claimed, to belong to someone, but until that moment came they sort of belonged to everyone. “Oh god I’d pay such good money to see that film. ‘Coffee Calling’ the tale of a simple barista on his journey to find his love; David” holding her arms up before her face gesturing out the title with her hands.

“Yeah I did, pretty much my whole life actually, it is definitely as cool as it looks on tv, but less smoking... and stripes... and berets” She laughed, it’s funny people don’t appreciate where they live until they’re not there anymore. “Oh okay then shut up” she dropped her smile for a second before laughing “kidding. My mums the owner of a large fashion haus, taught me the ropes of the business before I moved here”. Ivy stated to sip at her coffee and laughed softly at David’s comment, placing it down “Oh god I’m sorry, sounds like an asshole. Uh yeah I am, technically a french citizen, but American parents so I inherited their accent” she laughed.

There was a knack to human expression, and not only sketching them but reading them, when you spend so long trying tirelessly to get the corner of a lip in just the right angle, or the furrow of a brow... you get pretty used to how to read emotion. Ivy smiled at the man, who seemed all at once pleased, and confused by her selection. “Yes you!” She laughed and set her paper down beside her “good thing you’re not a model. They’re boring. I much prefer drawing people with personality”. People could be so conscious about having themselves turned into art “besides, the great thing with art is, it’s not a camera. I could draw you with the plastic surgery you secretly dreamed of if that’s your thing” she winked and laughed hoping to ease his mind slightly.

“It’s...a work in progress. I get these eye rolls now that almost say I love you,” he joked. “Oh yeah, yeah. Full remission. I wouldn’t be this far away if...anyway, yeah she’s okay. Still send money home when I can though.” He shrugged. “So what about you? How’d you end up here?”

“True” Ivy laughed, “very rarely in that order actually” clinking her mug back at his in agreement. You’d find masters, and mistresses could chose to do with you as you pleased, so sun, sea and sex weren’t all a listed guarantee. She sighed “sort of?” She raised one brow “I’m not claimed, so it’s a free for all sitch” ivy laughed, she enjoyed the freedom of being unclaimed but it did mean having to follow any orders given to her. Gently chucking about the sand “I can imagine. Washing sand out of everywhere for weeks”.

She looked back to the barista once more and laughed “I think by the end of your time in the retreat he’s going to be begging for your love”. That was a hard question, how did anyone really end up here? “Well I lived in Paris with my family, my mother was trying to teach me how to take over her business... and I was fed up. I tried perusing art... and hit an artistic wall... so I came here” it was a little more complex than that but it was a long, drawn out story and Ivy wasn’t big into the sharing side of things. “So you’re, Spanish right? I’m pretty clued up on my foreign swear words I like to think. What part are you from?”

“Your family? Interesting. Thought I was the one with family troubles and   clinical.” She grins liking how much the red hair was opening up herself. “What were you doing that occupied you as an artist? That is if you don’t mind answering. I bet your drawings are beautiful and I got high hopes for you.”

Comfortably sat back Ivy’s eyes continued to flit between her subject and the page, sketching calmly following the lines of the woman’s frame with a soft grin. “Your warmth?” She repeated setting her eye-line upward “well for a start you get me hot” Ivy joked and laughed. Okay seriously though Ivy thought to herself “it’s just your energy, you can see you have a kind heart... your eyes are soft, like you see good in things... you know?” Ivy smiled, her eyes lingering on the woman’s for a moment before continuing her sketch.

“Ah yeah, they’re great, don’t get me wrong I love them. But they’re your typical rich bitch family” she sighed, pulling her hair to one side her lips tugging as she tried to find the right words “they’re... cold? Which isn’t a surprise because they definitely passed that down to me. As for the art, my Mother owns a very large, very important, Paris fashion haus and well... she kept me busy...” Ivy skimmed the details of her life story, she didn’t mind sharing, but it took her time to ‘warm up’.

He glanced over his shoulder at the barista, caught the man’s eye, winked at him too, then turned back to Ivy. “Yeah. I’m trying to seduce him so he stops judging my order.” He grinned and took another sip of his coffee, contemplating her question. “Didn’t make any money. Mom god sick, and I needed a real job to pay the medical bills.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. It was the normal story of people around here, right? Everyone had a sad story. Everyone needed money.

Ivy tucked her feet up beside her, making herself more comfortable and sipped what was left of her coffee, “sun, sea and sex. What more could a person want” she laughed. Ivy did enjoy being here, but there was an adjustment involved; with limited choices where she and the other assets could go alone. She could sympathise with the time, Ivy barely drew or painted at all in Paris, she was too busy working with her mother to find the motivation or inspiration. Ivy smiled and joked “gotta be in it to win it” She laughed and set her cup down on the table.

Turning to look at the barista and looking back to David Ivy raised one brow and chuckled softly “is it working? Cause honestly I think I need to try that for myself”. As he shared with her Ivy nodded, it was often the way with many artists, it’s hard to follow something with passion if it’s not giving you any money. “That’s shit. Hope things are better now?” She softly spoke, Ivy was lucky, her parents were rich as shit and she always felt increasingly awful when she heard others stories.

“So urm...... Why do you call me perfect?” She questions, trying to breath in and exhale. “Just curious but was there a particular reason? Honestly never actually been non vulnerable.” She chuckles remembering the training she had when she was a kid, being the girl who had to go back to home and actually work to build her where she is today. “I’m used too it.” She replied giving a soft smile as her eyes flutters. “How about you? I didn’t take it that you were an artist, not since we met at the party.”

Her eyes scanned over the frame of the mistress, starting to plan the way she would trace it onto page. Ivy smiled softly as she questioned her idea of perfection “well... as the clique says ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ but perfection is different” Ivy began to sketch softly on the paper, outlining the frame and face. “Perfection is different, it’s about you inside. You radiate some warmth that you don’t find in most. You’ve got something special. And I find it interesting”

Vulnerability? Ivy hummed in thought, she could definitely be vulnerable where she wanted to be but her family essentially taught her and her brothers to be incredibly good at ‘performing’ vulnerability. “Uh... I can be. My family could be pretty clinical. I’ve got feelings, I mean damn artists have to...  but I don’t find them anyone else’s business” she kept sketching as she spoke, her eyes flicking up and down from her page as she spoke. “Oh yeah, I’m really only half an artist. I didn’t get as much of an opportunity to peruse it was I would have liked”

Sipping what was left of her drink Ivy turned to the bar and ordered them both two more, Saskia was fun, and interesting, and of course like everyone here beautiful. For once Ivy felt as though she could let down her ‘professional’ facade and talk like a regular person again. “Well I’ve got to hope whoever stakes their claim to me can take a joke... and some back chat. Or I’m in for it” Ivy joked, though honestly she wasn’t lying.

“You weren’t? I thought this was a DIY retreat? Oh fuck I’m on the wrong island” she laughed and winked at Saskia “don’t worry hun, I’ll teach ya” She nudged Saskia arm a little and reached to get their drinks from the bar. “Cheers. To a DIY retreat, and rope”

“Scotch.” He answered in return. “The expensive stuff. Else there’s no point to it.” Like battery acid in your mouth. Gross.