It was certain now. The beach had officially begun one of her favorite places. As gorgeous as the hub was, there were often too many people, and they kind of intimidated Giselle. And that was a sensation she hadn’t gotten used to. Slowly, she had started to feel more comfortable, though, and she figured she needed to take another step. Dressed in a relaxed dress that covered her bikini (just in case), and her hair let down, Giselle headed to the beach. The salty air felt just right, and the sun was starting to turn a bit reddish gold. She had a good feeling about this evening.
Giselle glanced around as she approached the redhead, slightly surprised to find the asset alone. Perhaps, it was that the mistress had invited her here, so there hadn’t been any need for a guard to accompany her? Not that Giselle would complain, interacting with guards around here was still a bit confusing. ”Evening, Ivy. I’m so delighted you could make it. How are you today?” the mistress replied and smiled at her. She stood next to her, placing a picnic basket to the sand. ”Since it’s such a beautiful evening, I thought it’d be nice to just have a small walk and watch the sunset. Plus, I brought some… appetizers.”
It was so nice to watch the water sway, the sound lulling her into a sense of calm, the sand still slightly warm beneath her feet. She enjoyed every second of the fresh sea air and the view; the assets didn’t often get to come down to the beach and see this unless they were accompanied by, or meeting a master or mistress. The light sea breeze whisked through Ivy’s long red hair and she grinned at the sight of the mistress stood before her. “Good evening, mistress” Ivy wasn’t sure if the woman had a preferred way to be spoken to, but it was always a safe guess to call someone new to you by mistress or master she thought to herself.
“I wouldn’t miss it... I’m well, pleased to be enjoying your company and the stunning views Eros has to offer” ivy looked out to the sea for a moment and smirked “and of course I don’t just mean the beach” she winked playfully. With a smile still painted across her lips, ivy softly nodded her head in agreement; “that sounds perfect” she mused. When assets joined a mistress or master for the evening it could often go one of a few ways, and so Ivy was pleased to be indulging in something so pleasant.










