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[themistress]

[It's Tuesday, Paradisa, and that means two things: the first is that The Four Seasons Room is in beach mode, and the second is that Mistress's dulcet tones are ringing through the journal. She seems genuinely pleased.]

This beach is marvelous. We don't have shores like this in my kingdom, where everything is bright and warm and pleasant. Even if one journeys to the ocean itself, the waters are rough and the beaches are rocky. Tell me, subjects, are places like this common in other worlds? Do people really live there?

Oh, and do feel free to join me here!

[Which is something you may or may not actually want. Because what does a woman whose normal attire consists of a string bikini wear to the beach?

The answer is nothing but some very artfully applied sand and shells. She has to match the room, of course.]



[ OOC: Obligatory permissions post, please use it! Open over the journal, and for beachy fun-time action. ]

Comments

[iamdamnloyal]

[You know who likes the beach? This blonde. So, here have Harmony on her way into the Sun Room on the beach day, pleasantly prepared for fun in the sun. She's wearing the cutest bikini she could find that wasn't pink. She's trying to wean herself off of pink.]

Amidst all the crappy weather, this is always a nice change.

[themistress]

[Oh, but why, Harmony? You look so cute in pink!

Mistress looks up from a frou-frou drink with an umbrella garnish when she hears a new voice.]

Why yes, it is. It makes one feel like the Snow Queen never woke up at all.

[iamdamnloyal]

The Snow Queen? [Harmony glances to the woman.]

She sounds like she belongs in a storybook.

[themistress]

Tales have been written about her, though they rarely end well. She's quite real, though.

[iamdamnloyal]

Why don't they end well? She's a queen, I would think she'd be happy.

[themistress]

I'd say she has a rather hard go of it, being so cold. I've been told she's always mortified when someone's bits go breaking off or sticking to her.

[iamdamnloyal]

[Harmony sets up her blanket, taking a seat and turning to face Mistress.]

Breaks off? What bits are we talking about here?

[themistress]

Oh, cocks and fingers, mostly. Tongues get stuck, more than frozen.

[iamdamnloyal]

Sounds painful.

[themistress]

Yes, I'd imagine so.

[iamdamnloyal]

You've never been stuck?

[themistress]

No, I hardly have the time to go traipsing to her castle. Besides, I needn't bother when there's always other willing volunteers.

[iamdamnloyal]

Well, that must be a relief. What do you do with your time?

[themistress]

Oh, you know, the usual. Maiming, torture, orgies, posing for things.

[iamdamnloyal]

Posing for things? Like a model? [Yeah, that's what she picked up on right now. Mostly because, damn girl... look at that body.]

[themistress]

Model? I mainly pose for portraits. Occasionally, I'll have someone sculpt me.

[iamdamnloyal]

Really? Is that the kingdom thing you mentioned? I know in movies the royalty always gets big statues and large paintings of themselves.

[themistress]

Yes, it's something like that. Lately, I had been thinking about having pictures of myself carved into the kingdom walls, but... well, then I came here, and I've yet to meet anyone with that level of artistic capability.

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh? Have you met Neal Caffrey? Or visited the art gallery in the city? Neal is an exceptional artist. His work is on display at the gallery, too.

[themistress]

Hmn, no, that's no one I've met yet. I'll have to look into him.

[iamdamnloyal]

He's really talented and really nice. [Harmony will leave out the fact that he looks identical to Dick though.]

[themistress]

Excellent. I need some paintings done anyway. I'll contact him soon enough.

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh, I'm sure he'll be pleased. I'm Harmony, by the way.

[themistress]

You may call me Mistress.

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh. That's... very authoritative.