Evelyn watched the sun steep in the winter skies from her third story window. The forest before her dazzled in the light with layers of unbroken snow. Her husband was traveling on business and she'd been left alone to the vast depth of their mansion.
Jack was a jealous man, and rightfully so. Evelyn's beauty had seduced the hearts of many men and he had noticed the hungry eyes of their servants seek her languid form. For that reason, her husband had fired and hired entire crews. Her only companions now were the other ladies keeping the house. She suspected his jealousy had been seeded by his own lustful endeavors into that very crew of women. Many of them were young and pretty, but her long legs and sleek sloping shape kept him coming back to her. Despite every inclination and bout of charm, she had never strayed from fidelity. There was always an inkling in her mind however, a curiosity for something different. She'd nearly always been his-- since she was fifteen and her parents had passed. Jack was Evelyn's father's partner in their trade company, so he made the transition seamless and kept her from losing everything. His was the safest hand to take at the time and her aunt had made most of the arrangements.
As she gazed out the window at the setting sun she realized that she wasn't particularly expecting Jack or even hoping to see him emerge from the white world below her balcony. The marbled halls were cold and lonesome and she dreamed of warm summer beaches crowded with beautiful people. How she loved to nest her eyes on those enjoying the throws of life. She loved all with envy. Quite clearly she could recall the vision of two lovers folding into one another on the Mediterranean sands. That memory stood out more clearly than the rolling waves of the sea. Their fingers slipped around one another's supple curves, searching for the release of the drive. She recalled how the sand clung to them as they moved, like a delicate blanket wrapping tightly around them.
"We have a hunter at the door Mistress. Would you care to greet him?" the girl slinked up against the door frame while another stood just outside, peering in.
Evelyn twisted around on her silk chair. The idea of company to entertain was enticing. Her husband would never allow it.
"Of course," she said, standing up and gracefully stepping over her velvet carpet to the over-sized armoire. "Come and help me put this on." With one easy sweep and the lovers still in mind, she pulled out a crimson corseted dress with a plunging neckline.
Hunters were strong, built men; and he was probably tired from weeks of traveling. She knew she would be an igniting fire for his weary eyes in a dress like this. If it snowed again tonight it would be too thick to travel in. He would need to rest till the roads were a little more manageable and in the duration Evelyn could entertain, or he could entertain her. As one of the girls departed, the other helped her into the luxurious dress. A sudden thrill ran through her as she anticipated the pleasure of her company.
(Perhaps one man, or possibly two. One or two should be handsome and youthful like she. This could travel in a couple of different directions and could be a shorter or longer roleplay depending on connections made between the characters. Lust for sure will form between the two and heavy snows will keep him there for a couple of weeks. No matter what, they will still need to be sneaky because of the servants' presence. It's possible for them to become less caring of their facade because of a budding romance. Jack could potentially come home if he happens to stay a little longer than expected. I am open to other ideas too, so let me know what you are thinking.)
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