Stepping out onto the balcony, Austin was itching for a smoke. He tried to isolate himself as much as possible when the urge struck because he knew some people may find the smell discomforting. Usually, he reserved these moments for typing his manuscripts, but the opportunity to escape the walls of his room was too tempting to pass up. Heâd barely made it through the glass double doors before lighting his cigarette and taking it in with a deep breath. With the view before him, he couldnât imagine a more calming scene. Too bad his protagonist was left in a sticky situation when last he left off in his chapter. The master would need a little more excitement than this if he was going to be inspired. âWeâll need a storm of some kindâŠâ he spoke mostly to himself. When his mind wandered like this, he lost track of the thoughts that stayed in his head with the ones that managed to tumble out in hushed mumbling. âA threat to his perfect happiness.âÂ
Donât get her wrong, the hub was exquisite and larger than life, but there was something unsettling about being stuck in there for long periods of time. The air just felt stale, and although the air systems were constantly pushing air it still didnât make a difference, or maybe that was just in Georgiaâs mind and she was being ridiculous. Even so, here she found herself on the balcony taking a moment to herself to get some fresh air before heading back inside - the breeze was fantastic, the view utterly gorgeous, certainly she could find herself an asset to escort out of the building and enjoy a walk with. Her thoughts were trailing when she soon found herself startled as the doors to the balcony opened, a man walking out in great stride to light a cigarette, Georgia unsure if he even knew she was there or not as he looked out and began to talk. Was he talking to himself, her, she honestly had no idea but figured she might as well let herself be known. âA storm would be lovely, the dark hues in the sky would paint such a vivid picture,â fuck, was she supposed to talk? Maybe she should have snuck back inside but it was a little late for that now.
Her brain still foggy from the antics of the last few evenings, Ivy dressed herself and slipped out to explore the limited areas she could. It was quite the adjustment for her, not being able to wear her choice of clothing, or go where she wanted⊠oh well, she shrugged the thought and found herself a place to sit in the library. Pulling out a piece of scrap paper and a semi blunt pencil, it wasnât the ideal set up but it was what she could scrape together.Â
Walking through into the library Ivy flicked her eyes across the room and found a comfortable chair to rest in. She pulled her long red locks to one side and curled her legs up beside her, and began to sketch one of the people contently reading, hoping they wouldnât notice. Each of the residents here were so stunning she was sure sheâd have a folder filled with sketches of model-esque muses in no time. As she gazed up to continue surveying their features they looked up and toward her a little confused, Ivy smiled and laughed âuh sorry, youâll either find this flattering or weird but I was sketching you?âÂ
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When Georgia realized she hadnât packed her books with her she freaked out, quickly calling the island staff to request a trip to the mainlands, but when they told her it wasnât necessarily and that there was a library in the hub - well didnât Georgia absolutely die of happiness right then. Not only was she surrounded by some of the most gorgeous people sheâd ever seen, but also could fill all her intellectual cravings as well. What more could a woman want? Eros truly was absolutely paradise.
As soon as she entered she found herself enthralled, thumbing through the books to find one that would interest her, and when she did she sat and began to read - encompassing herself in the book so much so that she didnât even realize someone was near her. Not until sheâd reached a part that made her audibly gasp, having not seen that twist coming in the plot, and having to take a minute to calm herself she could finally take a look around. Thatâs when sheâd caught the redhead looking at her, but when the asset explained what she was doing the mistresses eyes widened.
âSketching me?â Georgia hardly saw herself as someone worth wasting the time and talent on as far as sketching goes, but at the same time it was somewhat flattering - she wouldnât lie. âCan I see?â She asked, standing from her spot to walk closer to the other.
â iâll be honest, i donât have târules completely down pat yet and i donât want to find myself getting punished for it, â  wynnie commented idly, squeezing the others hand delicately before releasing. if anything, she knew how to complete a good handshake.  â i was just â taking it all in, i suppose; mulling in my thoughts, â  sheâd been staring out the window prior to the womanâs arrival, but not really seeing the beauty of eros around her.  â please, iâd love company, â  who was she to turn a mistress away? she was certain the other was a mistress, simply by the way she carried herself.  â this place is beautiful, more beautiful than any tropical paradise iâve been too. â
It was understandable, Georgia had been told upon arrival that as a mistress she had the power to punish any asset who was misbehaving, and they never actually said to what extent that punishment could reach. âI hope it doesnât happen often,â an asset getting punished, âitâs a lot that you have agreed to, certainly thereâs room for human error in something as large as what it entails to be an asset.â Georgia couldnât think of punishing an asset, then again sheâd never been put in the situation that would need that, and she hoped that would always be the case. âYou are so right,â beautiful didnât even BEGIN to describe what it was like around Eros, âI take it youâre still somewhat new as well?â At least she presented herself as such, âhow have things been going for you so far?â For Georgia she hadnât really made herself available before now, instead staying in her cabin, but as an asset she assumed the other didnât have that luxury of hiding out for a few days.
She raised her gaze as someone entered the room. She hadnât really been doing anything specific, just lounging on the couch with a magazine and a nearly finished cocktail. Giselle knew she needed to get out there, even though she wasnât right now actively looking for company. Just changing the scenery was a big step for her. The brunette turned to give the blonde a bit better glance. She was certainly an impressive sight, and despite the timid attitude, she didnât exactly seem like an asset. But she could obviously be wrong. She hadnât stayed on Eros long enough to figure out all those small signals just yet. âOh, please! Youâre really not interrupting anything, dear,â Giselle assured and flashed the fellow woman a charming smile. Slowly she closed her magazine, it really wasnât that interesting anyway. âTo be honest, I wouldnât mind enjoying company of a lovely woman like yourself.â
Hearing her invitation to be joined Georgia flashed the other a grin, at least feeling a little better about the situation now that she knew she wasnât interrupting anything. âI never really know what iâm walking in on most of the time,â she laughed a little as she walked further into the room, âyouâd think iâd stop wandering aimlessly after some of the things iâve walked in on, and yet I continue to do so.â It was like a bad habit that was ev harder to break, but then again some of the things sheâd wandered in on were quite entertaining to say the least. âLetâs just say there are some very bold people around here,â of what she hoped to be herself sometime though it would take a little coaxing out of her. She wanted to be bold, but after so long having to follow every last rule given to it it was quite hard, but sheâd get there. âIâm new here, donât really know my way around,â she should at least let the other know that truth about her, not that it wasnât already obvious. âIâm Georgia by the way, iâm also terrible with introductions.â
   with the end of the pen between his teeth, liam read and reread the crossword clue probably ten times at this point. pulling the pen away from his mouth he moved to tap it against the table he was at, muttering under his breath, â who even cares ? â after another ten rereads he decided his brain was not at the top of itâs game. shutting crossword book rather aggressively -harsher than he had intended, he got up from his spot. making his way to the closest bar near by he asked for a water before turning to the person at the bar beside him. â this seat taken ? â liam asked gesturing to the bar stool closest to him.
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âIt is now,â she ushered for him to sit before looking back down at the drink in her hand, a fruity concoction the bartender told her sheâd die for, and hell he wasnât lying - the drink was fantastic even if she didnât even know what was in it. The man beside her was handsome, she hadnât introduced herself to him yet, though she had seen him around the Hub a few times since sheâd been there. âHow are you doing today?â She asked, figuring the least she could do if he chose to sit beside her was keep up conversation. She didnât necessarily know what sort of conversations were recommended on the island though, simple pleasantries or were they supposed to be centered around the purpose of the island? So many things to learn, this mistress had a lot that she had to do to make sure she was following every protocol. âWould you like something stronger than water?â Yes, that was something she could do pretty easily to help him out. âYou look frustrated,â she noted giving him a slight chuckle figuring as an asset there was a lot that could rile them up.
eros was ⊠different than what she expected â neither good nor bad, just different. as much as she hated being stuck indoors for the majority of the day, there wasnât one moment where she wasnât grateful to be in a place where she was safe and relatively unknown by the people around her. sheâd escaped â sheâd done it. now she could be someone ⊠new, she could be wynnie here. glancing up at the woman who came through the doors, she raised a brow,  â no, nothing to interrupt here âsjust me, â  she offered an smile and a charisma that hadnât been left behind. striding over to the other, she held out a hand,  â iâm wynnie, â  thereâs a few beats of silence before she begins to remember her rules. adjusting wasnât easy for her,  â â maâam, â she adds quietly.Â
The mistress watched as the asset approached, offering her name and hand, Georgia returning the favor with a shake. âThe name is Georgia,â it felt good to only have to go by her first name and nothing more, here she could hide most of her identity and just live as though she was another commoner, much like her mother - the thought eliciting a grin from her as she looked around in the room. âYou donât have to be so formal, itâs alright, weâre alone after all.â She stepped around the other to take in more of the sights of the room, âwhat are you doing in here all by yourself?â She asked, turning on her heels to take the beautiful woman in again. If anything, Eros provided nothing but gorgeous people for Georgia to feast on day in and day out. âWish for company?â Not that she even knew what was going on but talking to one person, alone in a room, sure beat heading towards the middle of the hub where there was an entire sea of them. Start small, work your way up, it was the only way to survive.Â
Since arriving on the island Georgia had spent a few days in her cabin, preferring the seclusion instead of attending the party, though from what she could hear from her cabinâs porch it seemed lively. She always liked to get her bearings about a place first though, taking in the surroundings before diving right in so to speak, so during the first days of isolation she took walks on the trails, strolled down the beach, and set her cabin up to her liking. A place for everything, and everything in itâs place - a saying that the royal lived by. Today though sheâd found herself enough courage to venture into the Hub, the epicenter of the island that would lead to most of her interactions. She was hesitant, walked softly not to be noticed, though as a mistress she stood out no matter how sneakily she tried getting around - it was the case with any mistress that came into the Hub she figured. When approached she found herself smiling sheepishly, âmy apologies, I havenât interrupted something have I?â Perhaps she was being told this room was off limits, âI can leave if you need me to?â
Did I just see NATALIE DORMER walking on the beach? Nevermind, it was just 36-year-old, PANSEXUAL, GEORGIA HARLOW. I heard the MISTRESS is quite PATIENT but also STERN. SHE seems to enjoy EDGING, but donât try BATHROOM KINKS with this one. Theyâre looking for a MALE asset who preferably looks like ANY MALE
Woo for my last character because iâve hit max and now at least have one of everything (because iâm greedy as hell like that)! Hereâs Georgia, as always give me lots of plots and attention and iâll love you tenfold for it! Iâll try not to ramble with this bio but we all know how that goes.Â
Georgia was born of royalty and wealth, her mother a commoner who ended up marrying a royal duke. Her mother had grown up in a middle class world, meeting the duke at an event where the pair hit it off, and in less than a year were married with a child on the way - Georgia, their only to this day.
She attended private schools and had the best of everything, but it came at a very high cost - one that Georgia grew to resent. The rules and regulations were ridiculous to follow but sheâd grown up accustomed to them and fell into compliance without question. She had family name to uphold after all, and all eyes were on her entire family just waiting for them to mess up - how dare the royals be human and make mistakes without an entire country turning upside down.
Sheâs very prim and proper because thatâs how sheâs been raised, and even as children around her tried to play or get her to do something fun she often refused. She grew scared almost of disappointing the crown, though she knew itâd be a cold day in hell before she ever got to dawn it herself. She couldnât upset her parents, nor her subjects, Georgia had a lot riding on her shoulders.
That is until she met a commoner by the name of Liam (if anyone ever feels compelled to bring this plot around for me I can certainly / gladly change the name), a man who was able to sneak past her defenses and help her actually experience life for once. She was so caught up on being perfect that she let so much slip away, but with him she found herself loosening up and enjoying life. He of course kept her safe and followed all precautions so that her name remain untarnished.
She fell in love, him as well (or so she had thought), and sheâd introduced him to her parents after theyâd made their relationship official. He attended events with her, had been accepted by the people in her small country, and everyone started asking when the wedding would be. You could see her glowing when he was around, heâd brought a happiness out of her that had never been seen before, and then one night that happiness turned dark as he told her he was leaving.
He gave no reason behind it, just announced he needed to leave and could not continue to be with her, and with that (no matter how much she protested as heâd gathered his things) he left in the middle of the night without so much as even goodbye. It had officially broken her, stepping out of the limelight because she was a wreck, her parents breaking the news of their breakup to the country to try to soften the blow (she was loved by all and everyone understood how she was feeling - she could do no wrong in their eyes).
Her sadness never seemed to disappear, something about Liam had taken a piece of her heart (hell the whole damn thing) when heâd up and left that day, but she had an image to uphold and forced herself to get back out there. She understood her role in the family, and would do as such to support her parents if/when they needed her. You could tell the life had been taken from her eyes though, and all that remained was only sorrow.Â
She never dated after that, she had her heart broken once and couldnât bare it again, and around anyone she found attractive she put up barrier after barrier to keep them out. She became a much harsher version of herself, living only to serve as whoever her parents needed her to be but as nobody else, but even her parents knew that was eating at her and chipping her away.
They were the ones that offered for her to take a vacation, her mother had relatives in the states where she could hide out and nobody would know who she was. Itâs not that their country was the talk of the press across the world, as far as royal families went hers was small comparatively, so without much fuss Georgia packed her belongings and went to stay with her mothers aunt in Colorado - though thatâs when things took a turn.
She still behaved as a royal but found herself not fitting in, just standing out like a sore thumb, and she was actually starting to get criticized for it. Sheâd gone from an entire country who loved and adored her to this, people laughing at how proper she was being at any given time, did they not teach mannerisms where she was staying?Â
Not to mention the sexual yearning that she was feeling, having kept her affairs with Liam quiet from her parents (as a royal daughter she was not meant to have premarital relations as her country deemed it inappropriate), but around here it was much harder to quench those certain thirsts that she had. No man seemed acceptable enough, after all she did have quite the list of requirements to fall into her bed after all. Nobody was doing it for her here and thatâs when she used her power to seek elsewhere, and Island of Eros came into the light.
Having only had sex before with one man, to whom she thought she would marry and spend the rest of her life with, the notion of going to an island that was all about sex seemed ridiculous - but then again it had to be better than here, as long as her aunt agreed to keep her secret (because the last thing sheâd want is her parents finding out where sheâs going). With her aunt sworn to secrecy, and paid off rather handsomely she might add, Georgia made the calls she had to and set everything up.
She dropped her last name and just went by Georgia Harlow, that making it even easier to blend in so she wouldnât have to worry about tarnishing her family name, and from there on out she found herself to the island hoping itâll light the fire once more that had burnt out so long ago. Liam had left a hole in her heart that she hoped Eros could fill.
ALRIGHT, I think thatâs enough for my little royal lady here, because why the hell not after I wrote a fucking book. Iâm sorry, I always have to apologize because I ramble and itâs probably trash, but yes here she is - love her up, throw some plots at me. I could use just about anything/everything, sheâs inexperienced but classy at least?
