Dusk was falling quickly, the sky was rose and purple above the hills surrounding Club Babylon. A few of the guests had already arrived at the old stone monastery, and were looking with interest at the entrance: a massive gate set between two windows of stained glass in erotic patterns. Barely a glimpse could be seen from inside, where servants moved about making the last details perfect. A crimson silk ribbon was tied between two trees along the front path, symbolically closing the way until their host arrived to escort them through.
They did not have long to wait. Before the last traces of violet had left the sky, a horse drawn carriage pulled neatly up; it was painted purple and gold, and pulled by matched black mares. The Bonny family colors. Many were surprised when their hostess stepped from the carriage. Instead of the expected dark haired smiling Mary, the first to emerge was Anne Bonny ? the prodigal CEO, returned from her assignments on Earth.
Tall, blond, elegant, clothed an exquisite couture gown, as always. The gown of choice tonight was made of emerald chiffon so dark it almost looked black, draped in such a way that only cords covered the center of her body from throat to thighs, showing tantalizing crescents of flesh as she moved. Her g-string panties, partially visible through the slits in the gown, were made of diamonds set in white gold. Golden wrist cuffs hung with delicate chains completed the ensemble.
She first turned to help Mary Read down from the carriage, the picture of a gentle escorting their lady. As she turned, the back of gown could be seen to be a mirror of the front, with a shifting column outlining her back; at the small of her back it turned into a cascading bow that somewhat covered her bare backside. Her perfume of amber and cedar was strong, having smeared Egyptian solid perfume along her pulse points and cleavage.
As she steadied Mary on solid ground, her touch lingered affectionately on her fiancee's elbow. A quick, burning look acknowledged her feelings for her partner of centuries before she turned to the crowd.
"Thank you for being here tonight. Later, when this place is a legend, you can say that you were here for the cutting of the ribbon. In the grand history of the sentient species, they will speak of Club Babylon in the same sentence as the House Without Clocks, or the Gardens of Bliss. And you, who experienced your pleasures in this virgin place tonight, will be part of that legend."
She turned swiftly, and slashed at the ribbon; a glint of silver could be seen in her palm, a small knife formerly hidden in her golden cuff. The knife parted the silk, which whispered down to the ground. The moment the ribbon finished its fluttering descent, Anne raised her arms like a priestess and roared, "Ladies, gentlemen, and other hedonistic sentients... Club Babylon is open!"
They did not have long to wait. Before the last traces of violet had left the sky, a horse drawn carriage pulled neatly up; it was painted purple and gold, and pulled by matched black mares. The Bonny family colors. Many were surprised when their hostess stepped from the carriage. Instead of the expected dark haired smiling Mary, the first to emerge was Anne Bonny ? the prodigal CEO, returned from her assignments on Earth.
Tall, blond, elegant, clothed an exquisite couture gown, as always. The gown of choice tonight was made of emerald chiffon so dark it almost looked black, draped in such a way that only cords covered the center of her body from throat to thighs, showing tantalizing crescents of flesh as she moved. Her g-string panties, partially visible through the slits in the gown, were made of diamonds set in white gold. Golden wrist cuffs hung with delicate chains completed the ensemble.
She first turned to help Mary Read down from the carriage, the picture of a gentle escorting their lady. As she turned, the back of gown could be seen to be a mirror of the front, with a shifting column outlining her back; at the small of her back it turned into a cascading bow that somewhat covered her bare backside. Her perfume of amber and cedar was strong, having smeared Egyptian solid perfume along her pulse points and cleavage.
As she steadied Mary on solid ground, her touch lingered affectionately on her fiancee's elbow. A quick, burning look acknowledged her feelings for her partner of centuries before she turned to the crowd.
"Thank you for being here tonight. Later, when this place is a legend, you can say that you were here for the cutting of the ribbon. In the grand history of the sentient species, they will speak of Club Babylon in the same sentence as the House Without Clocks, or the Gardens of Bliss. And you, who experienced your pleasures in this virgin place tonight, will be part of that legend."
She turned swiftly, and slashed at the ribbon; a glint of silver could be seen in her palm, a small knife formerly hidden in her golden cuff. The knife parted the silk, which whispered down to the ground. The moment the ribbon finished its fluttering descent, Anne raised her arms like a priestess and roared, "Ladies, gentlemen, and other hedonistic sentients... Club Babylon is open!"