(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Mati Groves<br/><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Moved by her story, he smiled and squeezed her hand.  'To fly with me.  I feel glad.'</em><br/><br/>Paulette returned his smile and held his hand, her soft fingers uncalloused and smooth.  As the food came she glanced at him, waiting for her cue to enter the stage.  As he offered her a mussel she opened her mouth, somehow the act of taking the food from him was both a submission and a shared experience.  She chewed carefully, fully savoring the taste as her eyes never left Mati's.  She could feel her loins stirring in need for this man, this man of music and perfection.<br/><br/>Her expression did not change as she spoke to her.  Mati's words swept over her and brought a slowly evolving idea in her mind.  This was a new way to regard a relationship; different but not so from her previous master.  It was an artistry of a different kind, played out on her mind and body by both masters with perhaps the same end, the same submission, but in such oddly varying paths.  She felt moved to speak to him as he offered her a future of bondage and of freedom.  Her lips opened, her perfect tongue licking at her lips but she said nothing.<br/><br/>Would he seduce her, convince her that she needed this relationship, this servitude to a master?  A year ago she would have said no, even now she thought of her freedom.  But with this man where were the boundaries between slavery and freedom.  Were she to stay with him, if he were to truly seduce her would she be more or less than who she was if she were still a slave?  Would she take his offer and still cleave to him in the purity of their music and the pain?  Somehow she was not so sure that she would ever escape this man.  Would she even want to be parted from him, parted from the light and darkness and cleansing intensity of his will?  It came down to it, it came down to the Will that he worked on her and the needs of her own self.<br/><br/>Paulette smiled as he spoke of song.  How could they not sing in such a beautiful place on such a perfect night.  She looked to Mati and smiled.  "Of course my master."  She let that word roll of her tongue with savor.  "My beauty is a compliment to your music Mati.  My performance will be as you ask but all that I have to give will be for you."  She sipped her own champagne and then rose like Venus from the waters as he offered her his hand.  She walked like a queen across the floor to the piano and made the climb up onto the instrument an act of love and sensuality.  As she climbed, Paulette kicked off her shoes to reveal delicate, long boned feet with the sparkle of glistening, clear polish on the nails.  Her hips and torso flowed onto the polished wood as she assumed her position.  Paulette posed with one arm crooked at the elbow, her hand supporting her head while the other hand rested on her hip, the pose emphasizing the feminine curve of her body, the fabric flowing down from her shoulders, over the rounded swell of her breasts the heft of them exaggerated by her out thrust chest.  Her grace continued down over a slender waist and smooth stomach to the fertile roundness of her hips and then trailing off to an infinity of long legs and delicate feet.<br/><br/>Her face remained calm and beautiful like the idealize portrait of womanly perfection.  There was something in the way she let her flow over the piano that spoke of subtle, powerful sensuality. Paulette took the elegant décor of the restaurant into herself and made it part and parcel of her display.  As he started to sing she shifted to toss her long, honey colored hair over her shoulders her mouth opening slightly.<br/><br/>Paulette’s eyes began to glisten as he sang.  The words flowed over her and crashed over her soul like waves.  She looked down at him, her expression unreadable as the power of his music swept her away.  Now she understood, now she realized the nature of the relationship that he proposed.  It was not only how they would interact as master and slave, man and mistress, composer and performer, man and woman.  No, it was an entirely different way that he would see her and in defining the way he saw her he changed the fashion in which she regarded herself.<br/><br/>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' the words came naturally as he completed the second verse.  Each word, each note melting her conception of herself and making her into something that unified with him to become a greater and more powerful woman.<br/><br/>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' the words were power and the power flowed through her in welcome, purifying torrents.  Paulette realized that this man was her perfect match, that all her life she had sought not only a master but someone with whom they both could create something of surpassing beauty.<br/><br/>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' suddenly she was more than she had ever been.  Paulette looked down at Mati as tears flowed down her cheeks.<br/><br/>'<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>' on that piano she broke and was reformed.  As the music finished she reached down and met his eyes.  Only one word came from her parted lips; “Yes, I accept Master.”  And with those words she willingly accepted the apex of her life.<br/><br/>OOC: That was a truly magnificent post.  Unfortunately RL has kept me busy but I would love to continue this with you if you would have me.