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Patreon of the community, Raphael had enjoyed a standing of high esteem and respect in the sophisticated seaside town of San Fierro since his arrival there several years ago. The small town was perfectly perched in a lagoona of emerald green calm waters, circled by lush hills, the houses old and new stretching by the sandy beachfront, and twirling up the slopes of the forests. Perfectly acclimatized, picturesque, secluded but central, San Fierro had been the playground for the rich and the fortunate for decades.
Whereas most residents were fleetingly in and out, with San Fierro only one of many of their luxurious getaways, Raphael spent most of his time and substantial resources right there in town. Not only did he serve on the city council, he had also and was still spending generously of his inherited wealth right where he lived. He was the sponsor of both the sailing and riding clubs, he funded the local museum, and he was instrumental in the running of most of the seaside eateries, cafes, and clubs. It was through such initiatives that he had earned his standing among the locals, greeted with respectful smiles and treated like royalty wherever he went.
It was the end of summer, transitioning to autumn, and like every year, it was time for Raphael's annual Twilight Masquerade, which he hosted in the Chateau Monte Mare, an old castle full of grandiose halls, as well as columns and arced corridors, leading to smaller and more secluded spaces. For the masquerade, all delicately candlelit, draped and decorated with cushions and oriental carpets everywhere. The Twilight Masquerade was not for everyone. People would transit in from all around the world and arrive at the chateau masked and veiled, only the most exclusive of materials mysteriously foreshadowing their well-kept bodies, keeping their identities secret and safe. The whispers of the hedonistic lust that occurred in the late hours of the parties were plentiful, kinky and lewd.
Even though almost all the exclusive invitations went out to very special individuals with special interests around the planet, Raphael enjoyed spicing the events up with some chance encounters. He looked at it both as giving appealing commoners a taste of the lavish world, and as keeping the masquerade fresh, a win-win with pleasure and adventure for all. Raphael would quite simply keep a handful of invites back from the spring send-outs, keep his eyes with him as the time drew close, and then, maybe, if he saw someone he liked, he would slip them one cloaked in mystery. And this was why Raphael was just exiting his yellow sports car right now. He was outside the Chaude Hotel in Los Reunion, the slightly larger town just up the coast from San Fierro. It was a three-star kind of place, not bad, terrace to the beach, a bit of a cramped reception area, but as Raphael knew from before with spacious rooms and a friendly staff. He wasn't here for a review, though, he was here for her, and, after muscling past a handful generic family vacationers, he delivered a lavishly decorated packaged box in the reception, queried the ladies room number, before nodding politely before making his way up the stairs to the third floor where she stayed.
She was of course someone who had caught his eye. She was incredibly sexy, blue eyed with strawberry blonde hair, with wondrous curves and advanced style, and most of all, his experienced eye had identified her as searching, open, adventurous, and, quite probably with deep kinks, given the right incentives. He had first seen her yesterday, when she had visited San Fierro. He had observed her, divine in her low-cut summer dress, throwing flirting glances at the waiters of the café where she had sat. Then he had found her again this morning, he had been coming out from a Los Reunion luxury store and she had been right there on the beach, blossoming in her minimal bikini. Rafael had noticed how she had sensuously twitched her body, eyeing the well-formed men around her, nothing hidden under their speedos. Deciding then and there that she was a lucky special one, he had waited and seen her return to her hotel, then he had picked up a lavish costume for her, delivered it at her reception, and now he was outside her room.
He slipped the golden envelope under her door. Inside it was a gold card with exclusive engravings. It read:
'You are invited to the Twilight Masquerade, tomorrow night. A costume has been delivered to your reception, and a car will be waiting for you downstairs tomorrow night from eight. You can use it whenever you are ready to depart. We anticipate your arrival for the fantasy night of your life and dreams'.
Knowing she was in her room, Raphael hurried out so as not to be seen. Then he got in his car and drove off, smiling to himself, wondering what it would be like to meet her at the masquerade.
Whereas most residents were fleetingly in and out, with San Fierro only one of many of their luxurious getaways, Raphael spent most of his time and substantial resources right there in town. Not only did he serve on the city council, he had also and was still spending generously of his inherited wealth right where he lived. He was the sponsor of both the sailing and riding clubs, he funded the local museum, and he was instrumental in the running of most of the seaside eateries, cafes, and clubs. It was through such initiatives that he had earned his standing among the locals, greeted with respectful smiles and treated like royalty wherever he went.
It was the end of summer, transitioning to autumn, and like every year, it was time for Raphael's annual Twilight Masquerade, which he hosted in the Chateau Monte Mare, an old castle full of grandiose halls, as well as columns and arced corridors, leading to smaller and more secluded spaces. For the masquerade, all delicately candlelit, draped and decorated with cushions and oriental carpets everywhere. The Twilight Masquerade was not for everyone. People would transit in from all around the world and arrive at the chateau masked and veiled, only the most exclusive of materials mysteriously foreshadowing their well-kept bodies, keeping their identities secret and safe. The whispers of the hedonistic lust that occurred in the late hours of the parties were plentiful, kinky and lewd.
Even though almost all the exclusive invitations went out to very special individuals with special interests around the planet, Raphael enjoyed spicing the events up with some chance encounters. He looked at it both as giving appealing commoners a taste of the lavish world, and as keeping the masquerade fresh, a win-win with pleasure and adventure for all. Raphael would quite simply keep a handful of invites back from the spring send-outs, keep his eyes with him as the time drew close, and then, maybe, if he saw someone he liked, he would slip them one cloaked in mystery. And this was why Raphael was just exiting his yellow sports car right now. He was outside the Chaude Hotel in Los Reunion, the slightly larger town just up the coast from San Fierro. It was a three-star kind of place, not bad, terrace to the beach, a bit of a cramped reception area, but as Raphael knew from before with spacious rooms and a friendly staff. He wasn't here for a review, though, he was here for her, and, after muscling past a handful generic family vacationers, he delivered a lavishly decorated packaged box in the reception, queried the ladies room number, before nodding politely before making his way up the stairs to the third floor where she stayed.
She was of course someone who had caught his eye. She was incredibly sexy, blue eyed with strawberry blonde hair, with wondrous curves and advanced style, and most of all, his experienced eye had identified her as searching, open, adventurous, and, quite probably with deep kinks, given the right incentives. He had first seen her yesterday, when she had visited San Fierro. He had observed her, divine in her low-cut summer dress, throwing flirting glances at the waiters of the café where she had sat. Then he had found her again this morning, he had been coming out from a Los Reunion luxury store and she had been right there on the beach, blossoming in her minimal bikini. Rafael had noticed how she had sensuously twitched her body, eyeing the well-formed men around her, nothing hidden under their speedos. Deciding then and there that she was a lucky special one, he had waited and seen her return to her hotel, then he had picked up a lavish costume for her, delivered it at her reception, and now he was outside her room.
He slipped the golden envelope under her door. Inside it was a gold card with exclusive engravings. It read:
'You are invited to the Twilight Masquerade, tomorrow night. A costume has been delivered to your reception, and a car will be waiting for you downstairs tomorrow night from eight. You can use it whenever you are ready to depart. We anticipate your arrival for the fantasy night of your life and dreams'.
Knowing she was in her room, Raphael hurried out so as not to be seen. Then he got in his car and drove off, smiling to himself, wondering what it would be like to meet her at the masquerade.