Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 23:30:18 GMT -5
I had the gown commissioned, it was quick because of the lack of fabric, but it was perfect. I wasn't sure why I wanted it done so...so provcative, but needless to say I thought it would anger Maurice deeply so I had it done. It was all black and unbelievably revealing, more so then what was acceptable I would imagine. But, oh Elua it would anger Maurice. I fixed my hair up with some beautiful white diamond butterfly hair pins, allowing the line of my neck to be shown. There was a hint of carmine on my lips, and the merest hint of khol on my lashes. Perfect... Making my way down stairs I let my presence be known in hopes that Maurice would catch me dressed so.
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Maurice de Bouchard
Aristocrat
House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 23:35:10 GMT -5
I heard the click of heels pass my door and soon after, Marie's voice making its way muffled up the stairs. It sounded like she was having a high-spirited conversation. I prayed she was not antagonizing the help, and so decided to make my way down to see what the commotion was about. I stopped at the top of the stairs, trying to figure where the noise was coming from. It sounded to be from the parlor. I made my way hastilly down the stairs as the voices became more animated.
I entered the parlor, Marie's back to me.
"What is going on down here?" I asked calmly, not wanting to raise alarm.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 23:38:55 GMT -5
I was having a conversation with one of the maids about my departure when I heard Maurice's voice behind me. I grinned to myself then turned facing him with a broad smile. "Ah, Maurice, come to see me off?" I said placing my hands on my hips to show off my figure and the revealing gown.
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Maurice de Bouchard
Aristocrat
House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
Posts: 459
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 23:42:00 GMT -5
I stood in the doorway, my mouth open. "What in Elua's name..." I started. I couldn't take my eyes off the parts of flesh that were revealed, the s-shape, and she had curves, gorgeous ones. Then I remembered who I was looking at. My gaze sharpened. "I hope you are not planning on wearing that in public!"
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 26, 2008 23:48:27 GMT -5
I grinned a cat like grin, wide and happy. "But of course, son." I said narrowing my eyes happily at him and the look on his face. Half lust, half disgust. "Theres a fete at the Prince Gratien de Somerville's, I hear he's available so I thought I'd try my luck." I chuckled and walked toward a mirror and bend over, letting my rear stick out toward him as I checked my khol and carmine.
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Maurice de Bouchard
Aristocrat
House Bouchard
Son of Duc Lazare Bouchard (Deceased), step-son of the Duchesse Marie Laveau de Bouchard
Posts: 459
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Post by Maurice de Bouchard on Oct 26, 2008 23:55:10 GMT -5
I shuddered in disgust. "Good luck at you cornering a Prince of the Blood. You're going to need it with all that you are lacking in brain. You might want to light your candle, just on the off chance that you get him drunk enough to bed you." I laughed, but I was worried. There was no one to watch over her there, and she was surely up to no good. Maybe if I were to follow her there she would have to be on her best behaviour. It's one thing to disgrace my name, but she wouldn't be able to do it in public without making herself look like an idiot. I curled my lips in an evil smile. "Have fun, mother dearest." I turned and went up to my room, slamming the door, making it seem like I was upset. I quietly rooted through my things, looking for the nicest outfit I had packed. It turned out to be a black doublet and silky black cape and matching breeches. I slipped into it quickly and quietly found one of the maids on the same floor as me. I asked her to quietly sneak past Marie and tell the stable hands to get another carriage ready to leave with me after Marie left.
No, she would not be alone, that is for sure, and I would be running damage control that could well ensure that she didn't get bedded in all of Elua again.
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Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D)
Deceased
Duchesse de Bouchard- House Bouchard
Widow of Duc Lazare de Bouchard, step mother of Maurice de Bouchard.
Posts: 291
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Post by Marie Laveau de Bouchard (D) on Oct 27, 2008 0:09:29 GMT -5
I grinned even wider as I heard Maurice stomp off and then slam the door. I had no real interest in the Prince of Blood, though I wouldn't turn it down, I merely said it to making even more angry. The maid told me that my carriage was ready and I thanked her before going out to meet it. This was going to be a good evening.
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