<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Veronica Bane - mentions Vicky Tucker and OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>general<br/><strong>When: </strong>June 13, early afternoon<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>No sooner had he introduced himself to her, she had taken a stance of interest.  For the briefest moment, he was surprised, expecting to find the lady trying to get acquainted with the facilities.  However, given what Bayview was, he recognized the predatory stance of what he took as a pure Domme who would be enjoying her stay.  He stood just a little taller out of instinct as he listened to her heels click along the floor slowly moving from one side to another.  Her compliment got the better of his ego and it caused a blush.  She gave an unnecessary apology, which caused him to smile.<br/><br/>"I'm Carter," he offered, then added,"I'm pleased to know you've heard good things about Bayview.". He flushed deeper over being taken as such an asset to the image.  He recalled the different types of delightful guests he had met and their diverse personalities.  This was a place to set pretense aside and explore the delights of either surrender or domination with another.  He showed her around briefly and imagined the events of the weekend and how things might play out.  "I do hope you find everything you are looking for this weekend," he said, adding,"if there is anything I can help with, don't hesitate to ask."<br/><br/>She turned her attention to her envelope soon after their exchange and he smiled over the idea of the rooms filling with pairs of strangers to each other and the various explorations taking place in the hours to come.  He went back to final rounds of ensuring all preparations of hosting were in good order.  Of course, the pervasive thought that he was still rolling through his mind was his own pairing with Vicky.  He pushed the thought out that he maybe should have told her to reconfigure hers.  Truth be told, he was fluttering with anticipation, though getting past the initial shock she'd have was something he was rehearsing over and over.  She'd know he knew, and did nothing.  The hours till then were grinding away.  He found himself cleaning things that were already clean to keep from dwelling too hard over what it could mean if she felt betrayed by his decision to keep them matched.