Prize of the Orient
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				Title: <strong>Prize of the Orient</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 02:23:17</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prize of the Orient</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>China Doll</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 04:11:40</strong>
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				The door to the large estate was opened not by an elderly manservant, or even a humble looking maid, but by a young and exotic figure...A slender female, small in stature, but with an overwhelmingly alluring presence. She was as pale as the moon on a clear nights sky, with eyes to match the clouds on a stormy day. Her dark, coal coloured hair was braided back, with a pink ribbon at the end which matched what seemed like a collar around her throat. She wore not attire of English association, but silken garments which wrapped about her body as tight as flesh, showing off every curve. Though her bust was modest, her legs which were shown off by the cascading silk around her, almost like a brides wedding train behind her gown, were absolutely lovely.<br><br>She curtsied deeply, bowing her head in a most submissive fashion that would never be acted out by even the lowest class of English girl. It was natural, willing, and most inticing. Her slender fingers caught the door, and she stepped back to motion him inside. "Please Sir, come inside..." she said softly, offering her free hand to take his umbrella, to set it upon the rack near the door. It was common courtesy, especially in the rain, to let a visitor inside even if they were not wanted...but Edward was certainly welcome in this house, though the soft spoken girl with the collar around her neck did not know this. <br><br>"Please wait one moment..." she said gracefully, removing his jacket in a most intimate fashion, hanging it upon the halltree before curtsying again. She placed her hands at her sides, walking to the parlor room doors which stood not far from the hall, and kneeled down to open it. She placed her hands upon her lap, then the floor in front of her, placing her forehead against the carpet in a very low bow...<br><br>A custom, never seen in this country...<br><br>She said something barely audible, though if one was close it would sound like <em>Someone at the door for you, Master..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prize of the Orient</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 18:14:18</strong>
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				Geoferry had been apparently close enough, or she had spoke loud enough to get through the study. Edward was suitably impressed already. He'd never seen such an exotically beautiful creature and more over, one that so properly knew her place. What a delight. And so much better than most of the butlers and maids around. Edward looked over his friend's rooms and noticed that they were cleaner than he'd ever seen before in the long time they'd know one another. <br><br>Geoferry walked out of his study, and Edward thought he would have to step over the girl but she got up and moved, silently and gracefully, just before she would have been in Geoferry's way. <br><br>"Geoferry, so good to see you my friend!" Edward said, going forward and shaking his hand.<br><br>Geoferry looked slightly confused but recovered quickly, "Edward, what are you doing here? It's late. You know I appreciate your company, but weren't you with some heiress tonight?"<br><br>"I was and I had to make excuses to get her to leave. I swear, Geoferry, these Englishwomen are going to be the death of me. They bore me and they try to sink their claws in me. None of them know their place or what kind of respect to give me, they all simply play at being my friend for the money and prestige of being my wife. I've slept with nearly all of them and none of them are any more fun than a cold fish!"<br><br>"I am so very sorry Edward, I had no idea your life was so hard, being forced to make love to all these heiress' who throw their virginity, their only currency, at you so easily."<br><br>"Oh, shove it. You know that I've handed you all of them after I was done. And you haven't kept any of them either. Why is that? Because you know what I know. These women are frauds, not real women but schemers and devils in women's clothing."<br><br>"Quite. So, come to my study? I've got some wonderful cigars and an old bottle of Scotch that hasn't been opened yet."<br><br>"That would be excellent. You, sir, are a good friend, always knowing what I need. After I refresh myself with drink and smoke, I might be able to cope with another woman," Edward said before he laughed, somewhat dryly.<br><br>"I've actually got a lovely idea for that problem too. Come and let's talk. I know that you saw my new maid. She's also a chef with some limitations, and a dancer. She doesn't speak much English, but she's more like a well trained dog. She knows the commands I need to give her. There's a massage parlor down in London that has many of these girls, you might want to try one. I know that she's certainly the best woman I've ever come across. And she makes a fine asset to the rest of my Oriental collection," Geoferry explained as they sat in overstuffed leather chairs, Edward pouring the Scotch and Geoferry opening his humidor to get the cigars.<br><br>"Quite. She was very exquisite when I saw her, caught my eye immediately. And I like the touch of dressing her like one of those Chinese girls instead of the droll Englishwoman's attire. And you say that she's more than just a good door opener?"<br><br>"Oh yes, my good man, she's the most excellent of any female I've ever found. It's why I had to have her. I paid several pounds for her, but she's mine totally. And since she's a foreigner, Parliament doesn't particularly care what happens to her. I don't know if they even have her on the books as having come here, but they know she works in my estate and couldn't care less."<br><br>"Hmm, this is quite interesting. But you know how I am about used products. I much prefer to break someone in myself. From China, you say? I may need to have an extended holiday."<br><br>"Oh ho, Edward, that's a bit much even for you, isn't it?"<br><br>"What else shall I do? Sit here with you and complain every tart in England that wants me for my title? Take a woman from a massage parlor? No, I'm much too proud to do either. And this sounds like an adventure and you know how much I like those. I'm going to China then. It's settled. I'll leave later this week. Alfred is going to kill me, but that's fine, he always said he wanted to travel."<br><br>Laughing, Geoferry chalked up this madness to a strong cigar and stronger Scotch, clinked glasses with Edward and wished him well. It was much later, after much more talking and eventually getting Edward back into his carriage that he finally went to sleep. <br><br>Edward, however, wasn't quite done thinking and he woke up Alfred and told him all of his plan. He would take Alfred and sail to China. In the meantime, the man under Alfred, whoever he was at the time, would take care of the manor while they were looking for Edward's newest woman, or acquisition as he continued referring to her. On the way back, they would turn her into a proper subservient female servant that would cater to Edward.&nbsp; It would be perfect! <br><br>Alfred agreed and went back to sleep. The Master would sleep it off in the morning, he was certain. This was ludicrous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prize of the Orient</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 19:15:47</strong>
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				Yet to everyone's surprise, Edward didn't forget about his trip to China. It roused him from the boredom of noble life and he was swept away for weeks, planning all that there was and how to get there, get back and with a foreigner as his property. He booked a ship and a crew he believed in and it all was going according to his plan. <br><br>Then he hit a snag, and everything was in shambles, but he just grinned and carried on, redoing all his work and getting the whole thing reorganized until he finally left London and was on his way to China. He wrote in his journal, fancying himself a travel writer or at the very least giving him something to do. Alfred was sick the entire trip and no help at all, much to his shame and Edward's annoyance.<br><br>It was night when the ship pulled into the Orient dock, the paper lanterns lighting the docks. He stepped off and bounded away, thrilled to be on land and thrilled more for his purpose. He'd done some research and he'd heard of a good flower shop near the port. That's what they called these places, flower shops. How delicate, quaint. This one was called The Lotus Blossom, and he smiled as he walked in, going to the counter and talking with the Madame.
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