<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5d7100e3341a56be56c5a9408516a19f/tumblr_noe6d2wQIv1rmvj10o1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lizbeth Duval (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785535#msg11785535)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Client (Librarian)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BBQ<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil, Danica, (Mentioned): Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Following the tour, Lizbeth had found her room and unpacked, taking the time to let herself really work through all of the big, messy emotions that had welled up in her the moment she'd stepped on the bus.  The leisurely walk around the grounds and friendly, but not too friendly, manner with which Virgil had treated her had already gone quite far toward quelling her reservations.  There wouldn't be any pressure here, she realized, no expectations laid on her.  She could do what she wanted, when she wanted, or not do anything at all, and no one would judge her for it.  The idea was wonderfully freeing.<br/><br/>After unpacking her things, she'd taken a long, luxurious bubble bath in her room's on suite bathroom, reveling in the spacious tub and letting her silky, deliciously scented bath oils soak into her skin.  She was grateful for the time they were given before lunch, and took her time with the indulgent grooming routine that always managed to soothe her stress and leave her brimming with confidence.  Wrapped in a surprisingly thick, soft towel, she had examined her newly-purchased wardrobe and selected a pair of denim shorts, a printed peasant top and a pair of cute, black wedge sandals that showed off the pedicure she'd gotten before leaving the city.  Another forty-five minutes or so for hair and make-up, both toned down to suit the casual environment and style of her ensemble, and she was walking out of her room feeling a million times better than she had that morning.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The walk across the ranch to the cafe, led by the mouth-watering scent of barbecued meat, brought a smile to her lips.<em>You deserve this, Lizbeth.  After the hell you've been through, just be open to having fun without pressure or condemnation.</em>Nodding a bit to herself, she cast her gaze over those who had already gathered, enjoying the view of all the attractive men working to make sure lunch went off without a hitch.  Her eyes, inevitably, found and lingered on Virgil, and his wife, watching them flirt with a little curl at the corner of her mouth.  It was clear the man was madly in love, and the feeling was entirely mutual.  In some ways, that made her feel even better about having him be her escort for the time being, since it was clear Danica was in full support of the situation.  It was almost like having training wheels for the situation, a guarantee that things would only go so far and no further.  Plus, it helped that Danica was a beautiful woman.<br/><br/>A faint blush rose in her cheeks as she drew her gaze away forcefully, peering off into the distance at the natural beauty of the horizon.<em>Well, when you decide to let go, you really go there, don't you?  First you're thinking of bolting without even having sex with <strong>one</strong> person, and now you're imagining a threesome?</em>