Once upon a time there was a big house in the middle of a meadow. This house belonged to a well off family. The father was old, and slightly senile, but loved his son and daughter very much.

One day the daughter was sitting in the library, staring out the window at the beautiful landscape.

"Lady Leila! Lady Leila, where are you?" her Nures called for her. Her nurse had replaced the mother-figure in her life, seeing as her real mother had died child birth.

"Oh, thereyou are, My Lady." the Nurse said, out of breath, having just hauled her overweihgt body up the stairs. "there is a gentleman here to see you." Her Nurse giggled. Leila was now of a marrying age, and any young man come to visit with her would evoke such behaviour in the Nurse.

*Waits in hallway*
"Nice place!"
*whistles*
His name was Alastor, he was 18, 6'4, had long black hair, slimmish figure, and wore fancy clothes....

Lord Damien was sitting on a stool in his bathroom combing his long frizzy black hair. He felt very happy becouse he had rece,tmy gotten himself a brandnew pair of shoes to match his cloak. He whistled a tune as he dried his hair.
"You my sweety are looking fabulous today."
He winked at himself in the mirror and walked over to his bed where new clothes had been put. A bright purple vest with a blindingly white shirt lay ontop of a pair of skintight pants. He was going to see lady leila today and he wanted to look his best.

"Oh, Nurse! Stop acting like that!" Leila snapped. Her Nurse just giggled again, a winkle in her eye, and carried on adjusting Leila's dress and brushing her fingers through her long brown hair. " Oh, do stop that! Go fetch the gentleman and bring him here."
Leila hated it when her Nurse started to faf about her appearance. Leila stood by the door as the Nurse brought the man up to the library.

"Good day My Lord" she extended her hand.

Leila was shocked to find that it was not Lord Damien, whome she had expected, but she mastered her expression. It was the gentleman that had joined her father and her for dinner the previous evening. She had forgotten his name, but remembered that he claimed to be a good friend of her dear brother.

"Please, do make yourslef at home." she said as she showed him to a chair. She then signalled for a servant to bring refreshments.

"What errand brings you here, My Lord?" she asked."Has it any business with my father? If so, I'm afraid that he is not at home at the moment."
She wondered what he was doing here...

He walked over to the hallway where she was and almost instinctivly looked at The mans butt. He swooped Lady Leila off her feet taking her in his arms and ran out of the hallway shouting at the man.
"Sorry chum she's taken. MWAHAHAAA" He laughed maniacally as he ran around the corner with her and put her on the floor holding her arm.
"I see my resque came just in time. Is your father inviting random men again?"

"Oh, than Goodness you came!" Leila exclamed feigning a near faint. "It seems my father has, yet again, been forgetful of my request to refrain from inviting people on my behalf." she stood on tipp-toe to kiss his cheek."Oh Woe! What an age it has been since our last meeting! Nineteen hours, fourty three minutes and seven seconds on Beep, to be exact!....BEEP! Tell me: What have you passed your time with, my sweet, drear Lord Damien?" she smiled up at him,, batting her eyes and pouting slightly....

He blushed slightly at the kiss. She was so cute when she pouted.
"I've been up to all sorts of things. among wich I have bought new shoes to compensate for my lonelyness without you."
He held her tightly as they walked down the hallway.

She looked down at his shiny shoes, and said: "Oe, your shoes are nice, and look, they match your cloak! Oh, how jealous I am of you! I wish I could get new shoes, but father has refused to give me spending money after the last shopping spree we went on. Do you remember that day?" she asked, giggling as she remembered how they visited every single stall at the market and entered every store in town.

He thought back to that day and laughed out loud.
"Ah yes how much fun we had back then. Remeber when I wanted to buy that little puppy with the cute pink nose? And when we whent to make fun of the monks in the monastary?"
Laughing out loud at the thoughts he held her shoulder softly.
"I have some gold in my pocket maybe we can go on a small shopping spree."
He winked at her as he jingled the coins in his pouch.

"Ooooohhh! Really?" her eyes widened with excitement and she hopped from one foot to another. "Really, really?"

She had completely forgotten about Alastor in the library....
Lord Damien was just so much fun to be with!

"Yes really." He offered her an arm and walked out into the courtyard with her.
"Where do you wish to go to Melady?" He waved his free hand to the left and the right.

She shrugged, either way, she was going on a shopping spree! Whith the nicest nam on the planet, too! "It makes no nevermind to me. Oh, Lord Damien, you just know how to get a girl all excited! You wil show me all your best finds and favourite stores?" Her grey eyes twinkled as she smiled joyfully up at him.

"My favorite shops? As in MY favorite shops?"
His eyes twinkled as he said the words. He took her in his arms and ran down the left hand street. Soon they were eating some small kind of apetizers on a sunny terras and had small bags of things and merchandise next to them.
"Maybe we overdid it a little."

Leila shook her head. "I disagree! One can never spend too much money on a good item. Speaking of good items, let us review the rareties we have discovered, shall we?"

"Yes lets." He took one of the bags and took out a pair of fluffy slippers.
"I've always wanted these." He uncovered some other trinkets of small value and a small dark blue velvet box. He held the box closely in his hand and looked straight into her eyes.

Leila's eyes narrowed as she saw the box. "You do indulge yourself, My Lord! Is that another trinket box I spy? You got it for some marvellous piece of jewelery you posess, no doubt. Oh, it is enough to make a girl jealous!" she teased him.

OOC: Oh, the intrigue1 I simply love misunderstanding people! hehehe :devil1:

"It is far from being a trinket of sorts. I merely remembered your birthday and the fact that I haven't gotten you a present yet."
Damien opened the box in front of her and a small silver necklace was glimmering in the sunlight. The Red ruby in the center of the small snake pendant glimmered as the sun shone on it.
"Do you like it?"

Leila jumped up from her seat and flung her arms around his neck, dislodging parcels and bumping people as she did so. "Oh, Lord Damien, you have outdone yourself! It is absilutely exquisite! I must be honest, I thought you had forgotten. And with father away and with my brother gone away to Oxford and strangers arriving at my home so unexpectedly, I thought I would die of having such a horrid day! Only you have saved me from such a fate! How can I ever thank you enough?"

He smiled as she flung herself around him.
"You can thank me by letting me breathe again and have a nice cup off coffee with me in that cafe over there." He pushed all her hair back and slowly put the necklece on her delicate frame.
"It looks stunning on you my dear."

"Oh, stop it!" she said, blushing, and waved her hand in a careless gesture. "Flattery will get you nowhere....actually, it will..."she giggledand let him breathe.

"Oh don't get me started on flattery."
They walked over to the cafe and sat down on the terras.
"How about you tell me why your dad is going through all this trouble to find you a husband?"

"Oh,well..." she giggled uncomfortably. "He is afraid that I may end up being like my cousin, who is twenty now and a dried up prune with no husband and no future...Not that I think he should worry so! I mean I'm only seventeen! Twenty is still a millenium away..."

"Twenty is actually pretty close if you think about it. But you won't become a prume would you? You'll be aging perfectly just like good wine."
He sipped his coffe and added lethal amounts of sugar and cream to it.

"Oh! Tut-tut!" she gently pushed his arm in mock anger. "How I do abhor it when you make me think logically!" she then smiled, coyly looking at him through her eyelashes."Do you really think I'll age perfectly?"

"Of course you will my dear." He checked out some flurry slippers on the other end of the street.
"Well I still have some money left and I need those slippers." He had an unfathomable taste for shoes and clothing. Damien didn't know why. He just did that's all.

Leila laughed. "But you have just bought a pair of fluffy slippers!" she gasped, pointing to the parcel he had opened earlier. Then she giggled, "Well. I suppose two pairs of slippers can only ever do anyone good..."

"One can never have enough fluffy slippers. I myself have about a dozen pair."
He offered her an arm to walk over to the shop right after he had paid for the coffee. "I believe you need a new dress dear." He took a sharp turn and walked to a dress shop.

"I protest!" she exclaimed. She felt very concious of the way she looked, now that Lord Damien had suggested a new dress. She never really cared for her appearance, but when he came to visit, she would always look her best. She blushed. If Lord Damien thought there was room for improvement, then their certainly was. He had an impeccable fashion sense. "Do you really think so?" she asked, streightenign the front of her dress...

"You look stunning my dear but I wish to see you in the finest silk today."
Inside the store he whispered something into the clerks ear and he ran oof with a smile on his face.
"I hope you will like it."

"Oh." was all Leila could say. She watched with intrigue as the clerk ran onto the back of the store. What had Lord Damien whispered to him? She looked up at hom in wonder...

The clrek came back with a box the size of his chest. He opened it and Damien pulled a dress out in a dark red colour. It was pure silk and it felt like woven water to the touch. The brim of the dress was embroided with silver and the sleeves fit around the arm tightly. He held it up to her body and said with a smile:
"Stunning" He faked a swoon and gave it to her. "Want to try it on?"

Tears stung Leila's eyes." Oh, Lord Damien! It is too beautiful! And my favourite colour too..." she held the dress as if it were a fragile piece of glass. "Of course I'd like to try it on..."
She ran to the dressing room. Next thing, her head appaered from behind the curtain." Erm..My Lord....are you sure you want to see this?"

"I'm very sure darling. Absolutely sure. Need help?" The clerk who brought the dress walked out of the dressing room part of the shop to another customer.
"If you like the dress it's yours."

Leila came out of the dressing room. She was hugging herself, trying to hide as much of the curves the dress showed. She was blushing profusely. This dress was not meant for a girl, but for a woman. "I don't know. I think it's a little too revealing..." she blushed again.

Damiens jaw dropped as she came out of the dressing room. Mumbling something he held her arms to her side. He gawked at her trying to speak.
"Its...It's very nice." She was a woman not a girl. Seeing her like this she was very much woman indeed.

"Really?" she asked him uncertainly. She knew she could trust Damien to tell her the truth. He would never lie to her. "I do like it very much, but I am afraid of what my father might say.You know how he is..."

He waltzed around the room with her and smiled.
"You're not supposed to wear it in front of the old fart." Damien winked at her as they waltzed by the clerk. He threw a small pouch of gold tat him and kept waltzing.

Leila laughed."he is an old fart, isn't he!" she said as they waltzed."Ah, my dearest Lord Damien, you cannot begin to imagine how i enjoy your company! You, as opposed to the other young men my father continues to force on my precence, actually understand me. You are not merely trying to win my affections by agreeing with me. You really understand me! Thank you for this dress!"
She twirled and added, "I wander if father would allow me to start going to balls..."

"If you want my dear you can be my guest of honour tonight in my ballroom."
He was indeed having a great ball with some of his friends.
"I'll tell your father I have a wedding candidate waiting for you at the ball and he'll let you go to it. A little white lie doesn't hurt him I suppose." He winked at her and bowed.
"Will you be my guest melady?"

"Of Course!" Leila gasped, hardly believing her luck."I'd be honoured! And I'd be able to wear this dress! I'll have my Nures do my hair all nice, and powder my face...."

This was going to be such fun! Her first ball.....

"It will be a night to remember my dear. I shall pick you up by carridge at eight."
Damien looked at his silver pocket watch and realised it was already getting late.
"My dear I believe I should take you home now so you can get ready and I'll have a talk with your father."


OOC : Should I NPC your dad?

OOC: NPC? Huh? :huh: I dunno what that is...*Feels foolish*

OOC : It's a non interactive character controlled by another player.
It's not a real person IRL writing it's text I just fake it. ;)

OOC: oooooh...*giggle, BIG loser sign on forehead*
Yeah, sure.... :lol:

OOC : Wahahahaaa fear my evilness and ultmate RP wisdom.

IC :
FATHER: "You'll never get her Damien."
DAMIEN : "I'm in no position to ask for your daughters hand. I merely wish to invite her to my ball where I just might have found a wedding kandidate for her."
FATHER : "Very well you have my permission but if she comes home drunk you'll have hell to pay. I trust it she'll be staying the night in one of your famed guestrooms?"
DAMIEN : "Yessir."

Leila was eavesdropping outside the door of her fathers study. She could hardly contain her excitement when she heard her father agree. She took a few quiet steps away from the door, then ran as fast as she could up the stairs to her room.

"Nurse, I want to be the most gorgous woman at the ball, so do everything you possibly can!" she said to her Nurse as she seated herself infront of the mirror. She opended her jewelery box and picked out a string of pearls. "Finally, I have a chance to waer my mothers pearls..."

When Damien walked home he was doing his happydance along the way.
"Going to the ball whoot." He jumped into the air and clicked his heels together. Arriving at home he started ordering his servant around.
"No those flowers go over there and don't even think about leaving the punch without that wisky."

Leila bathed herself in rose-scented water, humming sweetly. After that she put on the exquisite dress Damien had bought her. Her Nurse braided and curled her hair, powdered her, painted her face and looked back to admire her handywork...

OOC: Is your slave gonna feature in the ball? hehehe

OOC : I hope so.

Damien walked around the grand ballrom and tried the punch with almost lethal amounts of alcohol in it.
"Ah yes that should spice up the party a bit." He hated those dull partys where everyone just talked and danced boring dances. His balls were alway alight with pleasure. (ok bad pun. ) Yelling at a servant for dropping a flowerpot on the rug he wondered where his slave had gone.
"Yoehoe where arth thou oh little slave of mine?"