(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mati Groves</span></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br/><strong>With</strong>: (alone)<br/><br/>He'd kicked up a fuss when he'd arrived about it, so he was glad to see they'd finally delivered the piano he'd pre-ordered to his room while Mati had been out at the party. Not a grand or anything, just an upright, but in tune, with an adjustable stool, and with some complimentary champagne in the fridge to compensate for the oversight.<br/><br/>None of the bubbly for now.  Mati's clothes were already scattered here and there.  He sat naked at the piano.  He was feeling a little skittish and made himself open a second big bottle of Perrier - no, no champagne till the slave arrived tomorrow - well, today, for it was already the middle of the night and he should probably be catching up on his beauty sleep.<br/><br/>Music was his addiction, though.  He'd passed from a few random chords, to the rude (to the tune of 'The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo' only this fellow was having a wank), to the exploratory...Paulette, that was her name.  Rhymes flitted by to the key of A minor: your debt, never forget, my pet, so wet, duet...<br/><br/>Soon he was curled up under the duvet, the songs spinning through his imagination, while for the first time since his bereavement he fucked another woman in a dream, a shrieking blonde, shrieking in harmony with him...