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We Told You to Stay Away From Him ((Me and Tyr))

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Pulsar
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Jan 9, 2009
Leila smiled to her self as he stood on the side of the ball room, watching all of the couples dancing. She looked around and sighed a little to her self her. Her parents had dragged her here tonight to have "fun". She knew why they had brought her here. They wanted her to find a suitor. She wasn't really ready to be getting hitched and have children and what not.

Her long dark wavy hair was put up into and elegant looking bun, with a fancy comb holding it all in place. She was dressed in a blue dress. The corset around her waist pulled in her small stomach and pushed up her bust as was the fashion of the time. From her wait the dress flowed to the floor. The fabric had embroidered flowers all over it.

She had a fan in her hand and she sighed and opened it and fanned her self with it before heading over to the drinks table. Around her neck glimmered a shiny cross indicating her catholic faith. She looked about and wondered when this thing would end. She wasn't exactly having the time of her life at the moment, she'd much rather be at home, reading history books.

She picked up a glass of wine and took a sip before heading off to the side. She could see her parents socializing with the older guests, trying to sell their family. She rolled her green eyes and tried to find a good place to observe the party from.
 
Giovanni Medici wore the luxurious clothes by the most expensive tailors, he shopped at the finest haberdasheries, for he was a man of means; a lord, a noble, the titles went on endlessly. If truth were told he was at this ball as a favor to a personal friend, this dance was below his station, though his attendance was probably the height of the event. He wore predominately black, which set off his white shirt and purple tie. The attire highlighted his dark black hair, which not only topped his head, but also filled his neatly trimmed beard and goatee. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black, and at times seemed to be able to peer right through a person.

Since he came as a personal favor, he brought no one to the dance and came alone. His family was of the Florence Medici, having been a major power and rulers of northern peninsula for the last several hundred years. Many of his kin, were directly related to or members of the many of the ruling families of the great powers.

He was standing talking to another local wealth merchant by the name of Alfonze, when he spies a lovely maiden all dressed in blue. Breaking from the mundane conversation awhile, he sips from his goblet, and watches as she slides along the edge of the gathering, her green eyes casting about watching. Excusing himself, he casually makes his way over to the girl. This wasn’t the first, nor it would be the last woman that caught his eye, truth be told it was a weakness that he had yet found no reason to fix.

So what brings such a fine lady as yourself, to such dull affair?
 
Leila sighed to her self as she continued to walk. She was looking down for a moment to check her shoes and when she looked up a dashing gentlemen stood before her. She looked at him as he spoke and she sighed for a moment and said "My parents"

She took another sip of her wine and looked at him. He seemed to high class for an event like this and she wondered who or what had dragged him here. He wasn't part of the usual crowd it seemed.

She looked at him and said "What about you?" she asked him. She took another sip of her wine and fanned her self a little. She smiled at him and said "Someone drag you here to?" she asked him.
 
He chuckles at her reply and question.

No, a friend in business asked if I would come, I think he was hoping to invite all the ugly men he knew, so he’d have a chance with the beautiful women.

Giovanni says in a self-deprecating manner and humorous fashion. Lifting the goblet to his mouth he takes another sip of the dark wine.

So your parents brought you, hoping to hoist you off on the first fat rich man they could find.

The statement was not a question, but simply a statement of fact. Such things were common, and a way to improve ones station, by marrying up. A young girl often given to an old man for his pleasure, all in the name of social scaling. Giovanni takes a moment to truly take in the young woman, and admire her body, which was quiet nice even buried within all the finery.

Of course if that’s what you want, I know plenty of elderly gentle men of large girth that would die for an opportunity to roll with you.

His teasing tone, mocking the normality of the situation, as he lift his head as if looking for just such a gentleman.
 
Leila looked at him and said "I see then" she said when he spoke of his friend. She smiled a little at his banter and looked at the man with a smile.

He heard his statement. As much as she wanted to believe it wasn't true and even if her parents would not admit it to her, it was why they had brought her here. She had known that from the very begining. Young or old, it didn't matter, they had brought her hear to get hitched.

Leila looked at him as he mocked the situation and she looked at him and said "Yes i;m sure it's every girls dream to be married off to a fat old rich man" she told him sarcastically.
 
The girl had some spunk and life to her, not one of those wall flowers that just giggled and offer nothing but shallow insipid conversation.

Don’t worry your head my dear, he shan’t but a few time a year be able to find his equipment within the folds of his flesh. Depending on the obese man’s wealth you should be able to afford one or two fine young lover able to take care of your needs, when he is away.

Giovanni was enjoying the verbal exchange while they stood on the edge of the ball. The music had stopped for a moment, as several of the people left the dance floor to find different partners. Looking out at the floor, the music was about to begin, as a fine young lady and a large older gentleman were approaching.

With a tilt of his head, he lets her see them coming.

Might I have a dance, or would you like to see about this incoming marriage opportunity and size it up.

He smiles as he offers his hand, to guide her out onto the dance floor. Giovanni of course was professionally trained as was anyone of his status, and knew all the current dances that were of rage in Rome of late.
 
Leila looked at him as he spoke to her. He told her not to worry about it. She shook her head and said "I don't think he would be very happy if he found out I was consorting with other men" she told him. She looked at him and took another sip of her wine.

She looked over at the direction in which he tilted her head. She sighed inwardly at the sight and said "rather the dance" she said to him taking his hand.
 
Oh don’t worry; I’ll protect you from the big fat man.

He says in a hush tone, follow with a chuckle and smile. Both look a little disappointed as Leila and Giovanni make their way to the dance floor.

Taking the proffered hand, Giovanni guides her out on to the floor. He was very familiar with this particular song, and begins to lead her in dance. For a few moments he carefully moves, to ascertain her abilities and skill level, rather then overshadow her or cause her embarrassment. All of his movements are graceful, and precise coming from years of training and dancing. As the musicians play, he matches the rhythm of his steps to the song, softly leading her though the dance. His eyes concentrate on her, only breaking the stare, when the dance requires it.
 
"It is appreciated" she said to him as he lead her out onto the dance floor.

Leial herself could dance just fine. She had lessens when she was younger. Her mother had organized it all. She walked out with him to the dance floor. She let him lead with a smile on her face, looking back into his eyes as he looked into her green ones. She smiled at him and said "Your a good dancer"
 
Giovanni just nods as she acknowledges his efforts to avoid the rotund gentleman. He was pleased she seemed reasonably skillful and naturally adept at dancing, so he worries less about her and more about making it a wonderful affair. He smiles a devilish grin as she compliments his own skills.

Thank you, my mother would be happy to hear it, she felt the family honor was at risk, if I failed to learn to dance.

A twirl, a turn, and a bow the music plays on. The instruments fill the room with a whimsical and light piece.

Now if my mother only knew that once one became proficient at dance, it offered certain opportunities to besmirch the family honor in a totally different way.

The grin never wavering, and look in his eyes, just a little less then wholesome. Around and around they went, the conversation in pieces as they came together, and then were forced apart by the music and dance. Finally again together, for the woman being tilted back.

Now I am quite expert in the rhythmic motion of bodies together, and a skilled practitioner of the art, that my attentions are often sought.
 
Leila smiled and grinned before she chuckled as he spoke. She smiled letting him lead her around the room.

"You wouldn't be planning such things for me would you? Why did would a scandal, an outrage" she said grinning.

He pulled her back up and she said "And if mother and father heard, oh their prospects would be just ruined" she chuckling as he continued to lead her around on the dance floor.
 
The dance was nearing its end, and Giovanni was enjoying the repartee between the both of them. The girl seemed to have not only physical characteristics he found enticing, but the mental ones as well.

Absolutely my dear, my intentions are quiet unsavory. Though one can only truly enjoy life by experiencing everything it has to offer. If it is not worth doing, then why do it? What life does one have if they live if fear of temptation?

The music reaching a crescendo he twirls her away one last time, before pulling her back in close, his hand wrapping around her waist, as their bodies come together. Face to face, he looks into the eyes, his smile mischievous.

So what say you, breeding mare for a fat man’s offspring, or take a leap into the darkness of the unknown.
 
Leila smiled as he spun her away one last time before he pulled her close, his arm moving around her waits so that she could not escape. She looked into his eyes and saw his smile.

She looked at him and said "If I took the leap, you would only leave me in the darkness while you, yourself returned to the light" she told him. She maybe have not have liked the situation she was in but she wasn't silly either. He knew he would have his way with her before being tossed to the side.

"Where would I be afterward?" she asked him, looking back into his brown eyes.
 
A small deep chuckle comes from Giovanni as the girl asks her future. Though he held her in the most proper of fashions, his eyes were filled with unbridled wantonness, something that was quite inappropriate.

If you fear the journey, than the destination is irrelevant, for you will never make it. The journey only ends when there is no more to explore, nowhere to go, and nothing more to discover.

The music ended and on one side were Leila parents watching their daughter, on the other the fat pudgy merchant waiting to ask her for a dance, and directly ahead a hallway exiting the dance area, and leading to the rest of the mansion.

So which path do you choose?

With a turn of his head his lets her see the options.

Which is your nightmare, and which is your fantasy?

He was prepared to let her hand slip from his if that was her decision, or to boldly step from the dance floor and into the hallway.
 
Leila looked into his eyes as he spoke. She looked to see the fat man and her parents looking at her with giddy anticipation. She looked back into his eyes.

She thought for a moment. Did she really want to be with a burly fat man for the rest of her life? She looked at him and said "Is it wrong for me to want to take the plunge?".

Even if was only tonight. She would rather it than half a life with a rich fat man. She looked at him and said "Make me forget them ... Even if only for one night" she said to him softly.
 
Giovanni just smiles as the girl ponders and questions the leap of faith.

It's only wrong if you regret passing up the opportunity. One should not be afraid of the unknown, if one has not experienced it. We can only fear what we know.

He continues to hold her hand, as they walk off the dance floor together, leaving all the other interested parties behind. As they step from the dance hall into the main mansion, the music can be heard starting up again, though it becomes more and more muffled as they walk, the sound of their feet growing louder and louder, now that they weren’t drowned out by the various noises of the hall. Giovanni was a guest of Alfonse, and thus had been given him a suite to reside in while he stayed at the estate.

Giovanni guides her up the stairs far from the crowds and party, to his very private suite. No one not even the lord of the house would think to bother him. He opens the two large gilded doors, and waits for her to enter.

It’s only one night if you want it to be. I promise to take places you have never imagined, and in ways that will scare and thrill you. Are you ready?
 
Leila walked away from the dance floor with him. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the shocked looks on the faces or the burly fat men and her parents. She already knew that there would be hell to pay when she saw them again. She held his hand softly as he lead her through the manor to his private room.

She looked at him as he spoke to her. She had to admit, she was afaid of what was to come. Afterall it wasn't like she had ever consorted win a man. She looked at him and said softly to him " Then up hold your promise" she said looking at him. She looked down for a moment, nervous, before looking back at him.
 
After the young girl stepped into his extravagant suite, he closes the two large wood doors, turning the lock so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Giovanni steps past her and walks over to a liquor cabinet.

Would you like something to drink my dear?

Never asking her what she wanted, but just asking her if she wanted. He pulls out the two glasses and sets them on provided flat surface. He begins to pour the light colored liquid, a strong fruity liquor.

Have no worries, I promise that this will be a very unique experience, that you’ll never forget.

Placing the top back on the bottle he returns it to the cabinet and picks up the two glasses filled glasses, handing one to Leila.

A toast to the truth, I promise to do everything to bring the truth out, and you promise to be truthful to yourself and me.

She might not understand what he meant, but she soon would.
 
Leila heard him lock the door and move past her to the cabinet where he pulled out a bottle with some liquid in it. She knew it was probably alcohol.

She nodded and said "Thank you" when he handed the drink to her. She smiled for a moment, smelling the alcohol coming from the drink. She looked at him when he said she would never forget what would happen tonight.

He proposed a toast and she smiled and said "To the truth" she said smiling softly. They clinked there glasses together before she took a lip of the liquor.
 
Excellent!

They stood close together as the glasses came together, his eyes judging her answer, studying her response. Giovanni had hopes that she could and would live up to her pledge, because such a thing was easier said than done.

Since we are speaking the truth, and are not hiding behind fake facades and false words, I not any common man, and thus my needs are different and more extreme. I have no limits, and will push you accordingly.

His eyes continue to stare at her, as if trying to read her thoughts.

If you accept my proposal you will feel more things in a stronger fashion then you have ever experienced. I do not ask this light heartedly but are you really ready?
 
Leila looked at him. She listened to him speak. She finished off her drink and put the glass down and said "You can push me all you want"

She looked into his eyes and she seemed to smile lightly and said "I'm ready" she said to him softly. She looked at him and said "Take me away from this world" she said looking at him. She was excited but also very nervous.
 
Giovanni smiles at the girl, happy that she has truly chosen the path he preferred. Leaning over he grabs a chair sitting at a small writing desk. He steps over it and sits backwards in the chair his eyes still watching Leila.

Well then, I wish to see the inner you, and not this fake facade of clothing meant to contort, manipulate, and deceive the eye. Who really are you under all of that?

The question was simple and yet extremely direct and provocative. While he waited for the girl to process the question, and possibly follow it natural implications, he tilts back the glass and finishes the wine, then just simply tosses the glass towards the large fireplace behind him were it shatters.

Show me your inner beauty.

For a moment he wants it rushed, then a thought come to mind.

Do it slowly, and as you do tell me about yourself, and not the dull things.

Giovanni, relaxes as he waits for the show and story.
 
Leila looked at him and she nodded. Her hands reached back behind and and began to undo the laces of her corset slowly. She looked at him and said "I have a passion for history, Art and Science. I like to read the works of Leonardo Da Vinci and gaze at the paintings by Michale Angelo" she said pulling the laces loose.

She looked at him and the dress began to loosen around her form as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She looked at him and said "I suppose it is apparent already that I wish not to be bartered away for social status...I would like to study if given the opportunity..." she said softly as she began to lower the dress down, moving slowly past her breasts.

She looked over at him and said "I would like to write books...but it is forbidden by law...perhaps one day it will change" she said softly moving the dress down past her hips and letting it drop to the floor as she was left in nothing but her panties. "I feel that women should have a voice in this world..." she said softly looking at him.
 
Giovanni just smiled and nodded as the girl began to tell her story and remove her clothes. Obviously one interests him more than the other, but together both had his complete attention.

Passion for anything is to be admired, because if we don’t have passion, we really have nothing to live for.

His eyes watch as she pushes the dress down, till it drops to the floor.

Let me tell you something, we have society and laws for one reason, to let those that have everything keep it. Why does my family spend so much money and resources to the various great powers, because it keeps them in power, that’s why.

The more he saw of her, the more his desire grew. The natural beauty of her body, far outweighed the dress and linens that hid it.

The church and state says why should they be able to read or become educated, if their sole purpose is to breed. Are you saying my dear, that the state and church do not have your best interests in mind?

Giovanni question wasn’t without purpose, if she was as special as he thought, then he needed to break through the years of ritualistic mind control and drivel that all young girls were subject to. He knew he needed to slowly remove the binds that society placed on her, if he was to get everything he wanted.
 
Leila looked at him as his eyes watched the dress fall slowly to the floor. She listened to him speak. He was right about what he said. Spending money on the great powers did keep them in power, but he forgot to add it also gave his family power.

Leila looked at him. She looked at him and said "I would never dream of speaking out against the church...but in this case...they do not have my best interests in mind" she said to him.

She walked over to him slowly to where he sat. She looked at him and said "Are you suggesting there is something else I can do to get what I want?" she asked him.
 
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