Walking through the airport, her heels tap the smooth marble, the sound of the wheels on her roller bag like a train carrying her further toward her destination. The automatic doors sweep open with that pneumatic sound, like a portal to the future and she walks into the heat, tropical, humid radiant energy bathing her exposed skin, energizing her body.
The limo waits as she emerges. A tall brown chauffeur in livery, a cap and aviator glasses holds a sign with her name. Silently he takes her bags and opens the rear door of the limo. Inside he is waiting. She slides across the seat toward him, the smooth leather cool against her bare tanned legs.
The limo is a beautiful black sedan with a sensuous and cool leather interior. The chauffeur hidden behind an electric privacy screen. Deeply tinted windows, scented with sandalwood, the limo has an almost boudoir atmosphere.
She is casual chic, black floral printed culotte shorts with a draw string at the waist tied neatly in a bow and a matching loose-fitting ruffle top. Her hands and feet immaculately manicured, nail polish sparkling. She wears a small ankle bracelet over her spike heeled sandals, a stylish jumble of gold necklaces and a discrete gold collar with a small ring around her neck. Red lipstick, diamond stud earrings and hair piled neatly up, her shoulders and neck exposed. He smiles with appreciation, now understanding the value of his purchase.
"It will be a short journey to Mesra Rasa, we'll meet the launch at the marina, and it will drop us at the lagoon" He continued.
"Mesra Rasa is a special place, my sanctuary. It will be my pleasure to share it with you. I hope you will find it as inspiring as I do and surrender to all the charms it has to offer."
At the marina the chauffeur opens her door and retrieves her bags. The launch waits at quay a few steps away. Sleek and stylish, almost art deco in appearance. Its gleaming exterior a luscious mix of polished teak, black lacquer and sparkling steel. Idling, it's powerful engines rumble menacingly with deep penetrating vibrations.
Inside the luxurious paneled and polished interior she is introduced to Ms. Pao. "Ms. Pao is the housekeeper, cook, masseur and so much more at Mesra Rasa. Please feel free to request anything you desire from her, she will be delighted to serve you or procure any special items you may want."
Ms. Pao is as beautiful as she is obedient. Her dark lustrous hair, spills over her back in intricate braids decorated with vibrant flowers. Her eyes deep and expressive reflecting her warmth and desire to serve. Her gaze sparkles with a hint of mischief and excitement, like a child opening a new present. Draped in her kebaya, the delicate fabric molds to the curves of her body, accentuating her saucy breasts and slender waist.
She is ushered to a crescent shaped leather settee around a polished table inlaid with detailed marquetry. The scene is a tropical lagoon, a beautiful beach, and nestled among the palms and bamboo a traditional villa crafted from golden-toned wood, intricately carved with soaring thatched roofs. Wrapped in expansive verandas, the villa exudes rustic elegance and serenity. "This is Mesra Rasa"
Leaving the quay the launch accelerates into the azure blue ocean before them. The engines deep rumble reverberates through the wooden hull. The power and motion of the launch projected onto all its passengers, the engines awakening a heightened awareness and excitement.
As they approach the island, she sees the lagoon depicted on the table in the distance. "It is very private here." He explains "The only access is via the launch, it is many miles from roads or neighbors, no cellphones or electronics, the entertainment here is up to us, our imagination, our appetites. Ms. Pao can arrange the delivery of anything you need via the Jukung that visit each day with food and supplies."
