Mayerling first saw his lover as he strode his way down the long bright hallway from the Manor proper to the spa area. It was a beautiful place to both entertain and relax with guests, and only recently had the space even been created.<br/><br/>He met his lover’s eyes from over a hundred feet away, and a smirk cross his face as he held her eyes with his as he strode to her. His arms held themselves behind his back as he strode towards her at a most deliberate pace. She was dressed perfectly for the services she would perform today, and he particularly liked how she had pinned her hair back and up, revealing her narrow, deliciously pale neck. The color contrast of the corset, the blouse above, and the skirts below, accentuated her well proportioned curves beautifully. He had enjoyed personally tightening the chords crossing her spine that morning, but seeing her now with her hair up, postured to please, created an image that whipped at his senses and made his loins secretly smolder. Still he held her eyes as he approached.<br/><br/>He was wearing a simple robe knit of wool and lined in silk, in black. It tied snugly about his waist, and created a V north of the belt that began just below the base of his sternum. South of the belt the robe was more modest, covering everything to just below his calves. On his feet he wore slippers that would soon be shed, for he loved the feel of the tiles under his feet, warmed by the heat of the thermal baths and steam of the spa.<br/><br/>When he arrived in the waiting area where he could clearly be seen by Bella, he yet made no notice of her as he entered her view. Instead he embraced his lover, his hand on her stomach, the other on her spine as his body met hers perpendicularly, and his lips kissed her bare shoulder below her collar. His senses came alive from her a moment, the perfect aphrodisiac, before turning to their guest, whom he approached like he knew she had been there watching the entire time.<br/><br/>“Welcome to the Manor,” he smiled, approaching her. “You must be Miss Simmons. I am Herr Mayerling, Lord of the Manor. I welcome you.” He took her hand in his, and kissed its back. “We have a lovely service in store for you today. In fact I shall be joining you, as is obvious.” He laughed softly as he presented his outfit. “If you would like to change before having a drink with us, there is a robe and slippers for you in the changing room, there. If not, please relax, and have a drink, first. I hear your visit is due to a surprise gift from your friend, Stacey. A fine friend, she,” Mayerling smiled, taking the seat next to her. He gave his lover a glace, signaling with a slow blink that he would have what she and their guest was having.