(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her driver, James; Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Waiting for Darya Lisina<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The city flowed by in a slow blur as Kaelyn's car made its way through the streets of Monaco. It was a beautiful day, with blue skies and a bright, warming sun; the wispy clouds not offering a chance of reprieve from the growing heat. Other cars moved along with hers and people lazily made their way along the well maintained sidewalks, slaves crawling obediently behind them.<br/><br/>Kaelyn was on her way to meet Darya for brunch at the Maya Bay. Her mouth was already watering from the knowledge that she would soon be biting into some truly exquisite sushi and sipping on her favorite cocktail. She smiled to herself and settled further into the plush leather seat of her car; James was driving carefully as ever, taking the necessary shortcuts and alternate routes to avoid any tourist induced traffic.<br/><br/>There was a medium sized mirror incorporated into the back of the headrest in front of her and she reached forward, pressing on a small indentation towards the top that let the mirror smoothly pop out and rotate to face her. Even though she knew she looked impeccable Kaelyn wanted to make sure that not a hair was out of place, a habit she had learned from her long dead mother, may the bitch never rest in peace. She reached into her purse, the gold charm bracelet on her wrist jingling lightly as she pulled out her lipstick to renew the color. It was a delicate, slightly bright, pink color that highlighted the lushness of her lips and made her smile look dazzling.<br/><br/>The car was a new Bentley Mulsanne, in a pearlescent white and with specially tinted windows. It had arrived straight from the Pyms Lane factory to her door and was a testament to her wealth and extravagant lifestyle. The linen colored leather was her favorite thing about the car, the light color easily brightening up the interior, day or night. She'd also had some special features added that Bentley geared especially towards slave owners. One of which was in the trunk, a special 'slave compartment,' something she'd been delighted to hear about and that allowed her to travel with a slave safely stowed out of the way.<br/><br/>"Madame Richelieu, we have arrived." James turned from his spot in the driver's seat and smiled at her. "There's a small line and then you will be able to step out. Would you like for me to get your door when the time comes?"<br/><br/>Kaelyn hadn't noticed the car coming to a stop and with a last press of her lips, she capped her lipstick and dropped it back into her purse. She talked as she finished adjusting herself, making sure her shawl was set on her shoulders at the right angle and that her hat didn't cover her face. "<strong>Thank you, James. They'll get the door for me, you're not to worry.</strong>" Her sunglasses were on the small pull down tray set in the back of the driver's seat and she reached over, opening the arms. She slipped them on, checking the mirror to make sure they were properly situated. "<strong>Take the car home, I won't be needing you for the rest of the day.</strong>"<br/><br/>James nodded and turned back to face the front, slowly inching the car forward in the busy valet line of the Maya Bay Restaurant. Her driver was a distant, poor, cousin from America that Grandfather had employed as her driver long before the laws had been put into place. After, she had raised his salary, offered him the additional position as her personal assistant, and given him an open choice of one girl per week from the hostel; to her satisfaction he'd stayed on.<br/><br/>They finally pulled up and her door was opened for her. "<strong>James, please tell my Cousin Jacque that he's to be at the brothel tonight. I will not be in and he's to oversee things.</strong>" She reached out a hand to take the one being offered in assistance out of the car and delicately stepped out. Before the door closed again, Kaelyn leaned in and gave James a saucy grin. "<strong>And feel free to partake of as many slaves as are available for your pleasure. I do love the good moods you're in the day after.</strong>"<br/><br/>The door closed on his loud laugh and she was smiling as she turned back to the front entrance of the restaurant. As she walked up to the slave at the hostess stand, she could feel eyes on her and let her smile grow. Her outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50341075) wasn't anything special, one of her more simpler looks to be honest, but that didn't mean she wasn't resplendent. Her dress in particular called attention, as it tightly hugged the curves of her body, accentuating them tastefully. The shoes she wore added inches to her height, bringing her up from just barely average to a more respectable stature. Around her neck she had a delicate, loosely draped necklace, the pearls clicking as she walked.<br/><br/>When she reached the slave, the slut swayed towards Kaelyn, eyes fluttering and nostrils flaring slightly. Although it was good to know that the perfume worked as expected, it disgusted her to have the creature act so brashly when on duty. She tapped a perfectly manicured nail on the top of the stand and then snapped her fingers in the slave's face.<br/><br/>"<strong>I have a reservation for two at twelve thirty. Hurry up, cunt, or I'll be seeing your master about your deplorable behavior.</strong>"<br/><br/>The slave snapped to attention and with a stuttering apology, led Kaelyn to her table. As she followed the girl, she pulled out her phone and quickly texted Darya to let her know that she had arrived. Kaelyn was led to a quiet corner of the Japanese restaurant and as she sat down, the slave gave her a shaky bow and made to walk away.<br/><br/>Kaelyn waited for the slave to take two steps before getting her attention. "<strong>Cunt, do me a favor.</strong>" Her voice said it was anything but and the slut stopped and turned to her, face now ashen. "<strong>Call your master, I wish to have a word with him.</strong>" There was no need to wait for a response and she turned to look at her menu, a dark and hungry smile on her face.