(Music being played inside the private music studio setting accompanying the sex, is: North Sunset - 'Last Sunset' (Original Mix); Roald Velden - 'Thru The Rain' (Original Mix); AirTraffic - 'Dreamer's (Keith Harris Remix)
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Silence descended on the grounds of the modern luxury mansion high up on the Western Hills. It was a relatively big house, of course -- five bedroom suites, walk-in wardrobes, private baths.
The family who lived in it had just left for an evening out in the city.
They didn't own the place, it was owned by a billionaire who lived somewhere nearby, no one really knew where. The fact was he lived in the same house. The mansion was cleverly built to hide various narrow hallways and small top level living spaces that couldn't be seen from casual examination from the outside. And there were secret, hidden staircases descending deep underground into sizable areas holding amazing modern technology and living quarters: high performance audio equipment, super high speed net connectivity, fitness machines, even very expensive digital artwork. The deal the owner had with the family was that they were to live around the fact that every now and then throughout the year there were large functions and parties hosted at the place.
...And every so often, someone in the billionaire's close circle who might be travelling through would stay at the guest facilities attached to the complex just beyond the large feature pool at the side compound.
Sharise found the secret door and unlocked it with her little palladium-plated key. It 'shushed' open.
Inside it was quiet, the lighting relatively dim, the air almost cool, with anthracite-coloured Alcantara all over the walls, and a few long very slender fluoro lights positioned in the ceiling and in the sides of the walls.
Sharise had arrived off the plane not more than two hours ago from London, unshowered, stiff in her muscles, and with her cream skirt suit crumpled from the long cruise mostly at around forty thousand feet in the pressurized cabin.
She had slept on the long trip over and she wasn't tired. Certainly not mentally tired.
Across one side of wall there were half a dozen large computer screens - large, though not super large. There were unusual screen-saver visuals running in silence although they were obviously from the now mythically famous (no one knew who he was -- or perhaps she) early days of the internet on-line identity 'Feldspar' and his equally famous 'Sonique Rabbit-hole' audio visualization program.
It was very futuristic inside here: the computer work station desks were sloped, these also Alcantara covered, and geometrically-shaped, not round or rectangular like normal desks. Mounted flush into the tops were two thin lines of pale turquoise-colored high efficiency light strips.
The billionaire owner was around here somewhere, she knew; somewhere in the complex of rooms, control-rooms, and sound-proofed music studios, maybe even in the modular and hi-tech Dornbracht 'culture of water ' bathroom suite. He lived his life almost like an ancient Thracian Orphic initiate -- but living in an Underworld of his own design, rather than the conceptions of it in ordinary common history books.
Sharise was here because of the new Oskar Fischinger-inspired computerized music program the billionaire had very recently acquired as a fully developed, fully functioning network speed system integrated into the audio hardware. *, the mysterious, perhaps slightly eccentric owner, had commissioned her original idea about it she had based on the earlier work of Fischinger, to be put into a truly practical advanced new software system. It was designed to be able to create entirely new musical phrases and samples processed instantaneously from a very sophisticated human somatic and movement visualization sensor interface.
Every eye-blink, every drop of perspiration, every subtle flex of muscle, every action, gyration, pose or smooth limb transition of choreography would result in musical geometries being effected on-screen and digitally described into the complex MIDI computer-driven audio system.
She was still looking around when the room went suddenly completely black, all the computer screens going dark, even the dim slender tone lights going off, with only a few small clusters of tiny red technical LED's glowing here and there.
