<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Front Entrance of the House | On the Stairs<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All Attendants <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome Bitches! | Basically PG-13</span><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/9f/7c/3b9f7c0f76c3a860d3c75de643e05ce3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Your character arrived to Paradise Isle via private yacht, transport provided by James Richards, the owner and brain child behind the creation of Fhloston Paradise cruise line about fifteen years ago. True to the company’s motto ‘Enjoy, Explore, and Experience’, after each successful year, employees are treated to a bonus, either in financial compensation or a vacation which would make them the envy of those not fortunate enough to be employed by the company. It is no wonder Fhloston Inc. often makes the happiest employees list. <br/><br/>Prior to being granted permission to attend the retreat, all participants were required to fill out a Terms of Attendance agreement. The document was also witnessed by two others to ensure its authenticity. Many points were covered but the most important stipulations were as followed:  </span><br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">You dissolve Fhloston Inc. of any and all responsibility financial or criminal that would result in broken bones, heart failure, marital or relational strife, etc.</span> </li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As a guest of Paradise Isle, you agree to voluntary divest yourself of all cameras, cellular devices, and electronic technology capable of recording your vacation experience. There is no video recording, audio recording, or written recording allowed upon the island. You are allowed to utilize the island’s photographers, who will allow you to take approved photographs. No other photography is permissible. </span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">You agree that you will respect the privacy rights of other guests. You will not at any time, directly or indirectly, disclose other guests’ experience.</span> </li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Any failure to adhere to these stipulations will result in contacting the local authorities and prosecution in the court of law.</span> </li></ul><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">James Richards, curiously so, was not aboard the yacht to greet his employees and their guests. However, his absence was not missed since the brief ride was an enjoyable one. The waters were smooth while there was an abundance of ocean wildlife to be witnessed if one took the time to look out from the deck. Your character quickly learned the hired staff were eager to help with problems both mundane and intimate. The short hour practically flies by before the captain docks at the harbor. <br/><br/>Hired helpers once again made the transition easy, ensuring your character’s luggage was transported to the mansion and their appointed rooms. Those who requested to room together would find their belongings together in the mansion. After a brief walk, the mansion, that had been visible during the short excursion, came into fuller view, revealing the opulent splendor which would be theirs for the next week and a half.  <br/><br/>A solitary figure could be spotted upon the main entry stairs. It was hard to make out who the person was until your character broached a little closer to discover it was James Richards….in a white robe...with a cigar in his mouth and a drink in his hand. <br/><br/>“Welcome!” He shouted, releasing a small puff of smoke from his mouth. “Welcome to Paradise Isle. Congratulations to another year of fucking the competition in the ass...with no lube. Now, don’t worry. I won’t take up too much of your time but thank you for all your hard work this year. Now, go fucking enjoy yourselves. This island is yours so make the most of it.” If it wasn't obvious before, it should be then that James had a little to drink. <br/><br/></span><br/>