Faith Hatting drove up the driveway towards... her eyes widened when she saw the castle emerging before her.  She had thought the castle was the name of the property not an actual castle!<em>Wow.</em>She was sure she had seen it before, in a movie or something.  Her thoughts soon diverted to other matters when she pulled up to the door and a butler appeared on the doorstop.<br/><br/>She tried not to laugh at him as she stepped out of the car, he looked like an english butler one would see on TV.  They definitely pulled out all the stops here, she would give them that.  She handed over her car keys when he asked for them, then retrieved her bag out of the boot, before escorting her inside.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted everywhere as he led her to her room, upstairs, down corridors, down stairs, along another corridor and then up another set of stairs.<em>Geez you'd need a personal sat nav to get around the place</em>, the thought popped through her head hoping she wasn't expected to find her way around otherwise she'd be lost, wondering around forever.<br/><br/>He showed her into a room.  The room looked like it should belong in a log cabin but more modern and comfortable than staying in a drafty cabin, there was a solid pine four poster bed dominating in the middle of the room, a fire place with a fire warming the room, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers.  Faith instantly liked the room.<br/><br/>"Please dress for the evening in the clothes provided in here, Madam. There are additional items in the bureau. You are required downstairs in the Hall at nine. Good evening." The butler said after depositing her bag in the room and waving at the wardrobe before he smoothly left the room.<br/><br/>Her mouth opened to ask him where the hall was but he was going.<em>Flip!</em>she sighed.  She glanced at her watch and was startled to see it was almost nine already.  Her shoot had ended up over running and now she was running late.  She dashed into the en suite bathroom, barely giving it a second glance as she washed up and returned to the bedroom and strode over to the wardrobe to see the outfit she was required to wear.<br/><br/>She removed the coathanger and looked at the scrap of material hanging from it.  She was meant to wear this!  Laura had said George was kinky and liked to have fun, but attending dinner wearing this?<em>Kak.</em>Laura had assured her that whatever happened within the walls of the castle wouldn't end up in the tabloids and she was just to go with it.  Shaking her head she stripped out of the jeans and cashmere sweater she had thrown on after her shook and pulled on the outfit.<br/><br/>She stood in front of the mirror, and examined her reflecting in the skimpy corset outfit.  Her bust was almost hanging out over the top of it, thankfully the essential parts of her were covered since the rest of the outfit was sheer, her sides and back were exposed.<em>Wonderbaarlik</em>she got to wander around half naked in front of everyone, just as well she was use to it she would just have to pretend she was on a underwear shoot.   She slid her feet into black stiletto heels, her five foot nine form increasing by another few inches as she head for the door.<br/><br/>It was only five past nine so she was only a little late, a woman's prerogative to make a grand entrance, she just hoped she didn't end up being later but getting lost.  Thankfully as soon as she reached the top of the stairs the butler emerged and guided her to the door of the hall.   She thanked him and then stood outside the door a little apprehensively "<em>Net doen dit</em>" she whispered to herself.   Although she lived in the States for the last eight years, she still found herself talking or thinking to herself in Afrikaans, a little quirk.<br/><br/>Taking a steadying breath she pushed the door open and stepped into the hall.<br/><br/>(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/Anotherblondie/Corset.jpg)