You planned this trip for yourself because you needed time away from your husband. You’ve been together since high school, and you are bored, tired, feeling unappreciated. You know you are attractive, but most days don’t really feel it. You go to work, and to church on Sundays, but then home to tv and bed. When you found out your husband had cheated on you it didn’t really surprise you, mostly it just seemed pitiful. But you weren’t sure if it was the end of your marriage. You needed time to think and he could not object.

So you booked a flight, and a very nice hotel for a long weekend. No one knows you in this city, you can be anyone you’d like. In your hotel room, getting ready to go out, you are trying to remember what it feels like to be hit on. It has been years. You aren’t even sure what going out is going to look like. You will start at the hotel bar, and then try to figure it out from there.

In the elevator there are mirrors. You check yourself out and you think you look good. A small dress. Nice shoes. You really are not sure where this night will take you. Could you meet a man? Was a one night stand a possibility? At the bar it seems fairly quiet. A few businessmen talking about work. A couple on a date. It doesn’t feel promising. Still, you order a drink, sit at the bar, watch the tv and wait. You are thinking about going back to your room, when you see me come in.

I am dressed nicely, not flashy, but everything looks expensive in an understated way. You see my watch and wonder how much it cost. I am quite a bit taller than you, 6’3”. Several years older than you, but aging well. Fit, strong, 220 lbs. The bartender knows me, has my drink ready without asking, just a soda and lime. I sit two seats over from you, focused on my phone trying to resolve something, And then after a few minutes I stop, look around and notice you. I smile and say hello.

Soon we are talking, and it is surprisingly easy. Meeting people, making connections, it’s a big part of how I made my money, it’s something I’m good at. I make you laugh. I put my hand on your arm in a way that is familiar, something that is natural for me but a thrill for you, you feel noticed. When you see me check the time you are worried that I am going to leave. I tell you I have to take a call, but I live here at the hotel, and it won’t be long. I ask if you’d like to come up to my place with me. You hesitate, and the decide to be bold and you say yes.

In the elevator together I am again casually affectionate, my hand on the small of your back. I complement your necklace. It’s something you bought for yourself, you are flattered by my complement. And you wonder what else I am noticing about you.

The elevator goes to the top floors, and the doors open to a private entrance. The entire floor is mine. I greet two men outside the door to my place. I say something to you about them working for me, security. Walking into my apartment you start to realize I am rich in a way you don’t fully understand. I ask if you would like to have dinner with me. You nod. In the kitchen is another person who works for me, a personal chef. They get started putting together a quick meal for us. I tell you I need to take my call, but I will be back very soon. I encourage you to get comfortable.

Outside there is a huge balcony, you think you might see a helicopter out there. This feels like an adventure, far beyond what you had planned. and you are anxious to see it continue. You realize you would be willing to do an awful lot to keep this night going…

(I’d like to rp what comes next. Tell me a little about you. About how far you would want the night to go. To extremes? Something more gentle?)