(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/>The early evening was like a dream as they left the hotel.  She was clad in a beautiful dress that complimented her looks and made her feel... special.  She noted the admiring looks that men and women gave her as they walked the short way down to the little beach and smiled.  Paulette stayed close to Mati not out of fear but rather to show that they were together and that she was happy and proud to be with him.  She enjoyed the opportunity to walk freely and remember happy times here in Monaco before the accident.<br/><br/>On the beach she dug her toes into the sand and twirled about in happiness.  She held her hands out to him and pulled him into a dance along the edge of the water.  As they returned she eyed the pony girl carriage with a bit of interest but little more than that; such things were natural to her from growing up and she could little question the use of women in those types of roles.<br/><br/>Riding next to Mati she leaned back to enjoy the lingering warmth of the sun in the air and glowing off of the pavement.  As he continued the song from before she sat up and placed her hands carefully in her lap.  Her voice began to trill the words as he began and then she stumbled for just a moment as he began to play the percussion line on her still sensitive breasts and stomach.  Paulette winced and shuddered but she lifted her chin with stubbornness and continued on with the song.  Indeed, she put additional effort into her responses despite the painful sting on the flesh still tender from the hot wax.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/RampoldiA.jpg)</div><br/>The words flowed through Paulette's consciousness however like a rushing brook through its banks.  The rocks of her basic personality deflected the flow while the soft banks of her preferences and responses to him were eroded and reshaped not only by the song but by the earlier session hung in the sun for his pleasure.  She felt the days and night blurring together in an intense flush of sensation and thought as Mati slowly broke her to his will in ways she had never before experienced.<br/><br/>It was with releif that they reached the restaurant Rampoldi and the two descended from the cab.  Paulette had never been to the restaurant but had heard good things of it and followed Mati, her head held high.  Inisde the restaruant was elegant and beautiful, the diners elegant as well.  They were approached by a maitre de who seated them near the piano and little stage, apparently well aware of Mati and his preferences.