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Tess hated to admit but the magic of the evening had gotten to her. Costumes, gowns and balls were a terrible weakness of her, and the more the ballroom filled with guests, the stronger that weakness became. If someone paid closed attention, they might even catch her smiling. For one night, perhaps she could forget about her mother’s plan, her schemes and all the danger that followed, and simply enjoy the night. Even if there was no one by her side, not a submissive to call her own, she could still savor some of the magic of the magic in the air. 

She had a glass of champagne on her hand while she admired the view from the balcony, enchanted by the way the garden looked under the moonlight. As much as she loved her apartment, Tess felt the strongest of urges of having one of those all for herself and her partner, should she ever be so lucky to actually have one. Her rare  moment of peace was broken when someone approached her — any other night, her nerves would get the better of her, and she would make sure they paid for the intrusion, but not this time. Very few things could ruined that night. “Beautiful, isn’t?” the Domme spoke before they could, “such a shame it can’t always look like this." If it did, maybe she could actually learn to like this place. 

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There was one thing that Melody loved to do when she was finished with her job and she wasn’t too exhausted and that was going to the plaza. Where she could easily just look at everything that the stores had to offer. Though one of her favorite places to go was the book store. Since she did like to spend some alone time in her room away from everyone, she sometimes spent that time reading. It was the perfect thing for when she was tired from all the cleaning. She’s currently looking for another good book. Though, of course, she spots one that seems promising at least the title stands out to her. The bad thing is it’s sitting on a shelf where she can’t seem to reach it. 

Melody is trying to stretch to get a hold of the book but to no avail. “Curse my short legs.” Melody mutters. Stamping her foot on the ground in frustration. Normally she wouldn’t do the next idea she had in mind, but she looked to see if any one was near by, but when she doesn’t see anyone she attempts her idea. She climbs up onto the shelf, though her feet hung off the end as she does this. Now, she’s stretching her arm out to attempt to grab the book, but still she’s without luck and the more she attempts, she can feel her foot slipping from the edge. It doesn’t take long before she finds herself on the ground. “Hmph.” Melody states as she crosses her arms over chest upset that the shelf full of books had won. 

What an unfortunate predicament he had gotten himself into. He hadn’t been at Rosewood long, definitely not long enough to take in the entire layout of the place. Yet here Edward found himself, high as a kite and a little drunk as well, it felt as if he could feel the world turning on its axis. 

He’d spent a nice night in the dungeons, taking out his frustrations on a few subs, then reluctantly handling aftercare. It hadn’t worked, he was still incredibly frustrated, and even the ecstasy that was fading away hadn’t been much help. Edward still couldn’t believe the audacity of his parents bossing him around like a child. He was a Dominant and yet he had let his submissive mother send him away from his personal playground in London. Like an addict the family wants to hide. It still disgusted him. 

And the bottom of a bottle he’d faced after returning from the dungeons hadn’t helped. He staggered along the hallways dotted with rooms. “Surely mine’s one of these, these damn halls all look the same,” he muttered, using the wall for support. Recognition sparked in his eyes as he came upon one of the heavy doors and he rushed to open it, trying to force his key into the lock and shove it open. 

Camille was working diligently at her desk, fingers gliding over her keyboard as she went about prepping a few things for the next day. The day had been longer than usual, but it was just about over. She frowned down at some papers strewn across her desk, glancing around as she looked for a folder to put them in. It would be temporary, as they’d have to be seen to in the morning. As she looked back to her computer, she caught sight of someone at the entrance to Raphael’s office suite. Camille flashed a welcoming smile as she shuffled a few more sensitive documents into a drawer. “Good afternoon. Can I help you with something?”  

The table was set in her room to ensure privacy. Wine was served for the two of them, picked directly from Tess’ personal collection. The lights were dim. To many the scenery could describe romantic date, but for them Domme, it was purely business, and that was evident by the way Tess held herself; centered, as if they were having a meeting. In her mind, the reality wasn’t far from that. It was possible to feel the tension in the air.

She had been polite up until that point, even if not necessarily friendly — it was important for that night to go well, and she was doing what she could to ensure she got the results she wanted. Once the door was closed, they were in their respective places, and Tess felt safe enough, she raised her glass to her lips for just a moment before starting. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I invited you here tonight. I won’t keep you waiting”, she was tapping her fingers on the table; gently, but a rare sign of her nerves showing through all the same. “I have a proposition for you.” 

It was the best game Gayle played in months — and that’s exactly how she saw it, a game. Cat and mouth, prey and predator, whatever you wanted to call it, the goal was simple: run and hide for as long as she could, kick and scream if she had to, and then, when the time was right, get caught. The submissive had no real intention of spending the night unscathed; she knew the guests at Rosewood as well as anyone and she knew many of them hunted people for work, some of them for sport. The thrill, then, was in giving them a challenge.

For a couple of hours, she did just that. Barefoot and with part of her dress already ripped off, she sneakily made her way through the woods, on occasion catching other doms and subs having their own adventures among the trees, most of them already already mid-fuck. Good for them.

Gayle never even noticed when her own predator caught up with her — all she felt was a rough hand grabbing her arm, causing her to instinctively swing the other one in a rather solid punch against the attacker’s shoulder. Not enough to hurt, definitely enough for them to let go. The chase was on. “Catch this, asshole,” was all she could manage before running off through the woods. Pointless. They were much faster than she was in that stupid (yet totally hot) dress. When they grabbed her again, there was very little she could do other than scream, definitely not the first scream those woods had heard that night, definitely not the last. Her blood was pumping hot through her veins, her breath was heavy and desperate, she hopeless. She loved it.

There were many things Gayle adored about Rosewood; one in particular being how many great hiding spots she had already found in the short time she’d been there. It might be kinda windy at night, it might be even a little creepy with all the dungeons and the big bad Doms walking around, but in the end, it was all part of the charm — the danger was hot, anyway. Gayle found herself exploring these spots as often as she could without it getting in the way of work; sometimes the sub just needed some time for herself, to decompressed from all the crazy that her life had turned to. 

The girl had a cigarette in hand when she made her way to one of her favorite - usually private - place, the clock on her phone almost nearing 3 AM. To her surprise, for the very first time, she wasn’t alone. “Oh, busted,” she half-joked when they noticed her presence. “And here I thought only I knew this place existed.” Gayle tried to take a good look at them, but it was too dark to see anything from where she was staying. “You don’t mind, right? I hate smoking in my room,” she held her wrist up, showing the cigarette. “I can share if you don’t tell anyone.”