Your father is the co-founder and chief executive at a very large luxury goods and fashion conglomerate, and you've lived quite a pampered life as a result. You certainly look the part of the spoiled, beautiful rich girl destined to be a trophy wife one day, but you're definitely much sharper than that.

I'm Renaud Mercand, his co-founder and old friend who has managed his European operations for some time. You knew me a little growing up, and maybe even had a little crush, but you haven't seen me in years as I spend the vast majority of my time in Paris.

But now I'm back in America for important business and a series of high-stakes client meetings. My first stop after the airport is the sprawling mansion in which your family lives, to meet your father for discussions ahead of the coming week.

Walking out into the rear grounds of the property in the warm early afternoon sunshine, wearing sunglasses, a collared white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow and slim tailored dark grey pants. The large pool that dominates the rear of the house is before me, and you are doing long, languid laps, enjoying your usual life of leisure.

"Honey?" calls out your father, who is at my side. "Come here a moment. Do you remember Mr. Mercand?"

If that sounds like your kind of fun, send me a message or a chat request. I'm open to a one-off RP, or something more ongoing. Feel free to continue from the start of this prompt, or chat further if you want to discuss.

I'm 54 years old and 6'3" with medium length dark hair shot through with grey, light blue eyes, a lean, well-muscled body. My sense of style has been described as impeccable. We'll see if you agree.

Turn-ons: Long buildup, seduction, age and power differences -- legal, obviously -- affairs and luxury are what I love. I'm flexible on kinks, and I'm more than happy to indulge you. Rough or gentle are both fun.

Limits: The usual. No underage, toilet, force, extreme violence, animals.