Mineira1986 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Von Winterfeldt did his homework but apparently Sieglinde didn't. The requests from Christine sounds really reasonable, so I'm curious why Sieglinde wasn't prepared for them. Most of von Winterfeldt side are not looking good in this final parts.
Well some explanation could be that Christine is the first professional Musician she has to deal with, maybe Susanne von Stülpnagel would have been better suited for the job, but she is a little tied up at the moment still
What I am saying: Foremost Gablenz is a Warrior not an Administrator. She is a gifted Commander of Soldiers but she is still getting used to her new job, fulfilling Susanne von Stülpnagels duties, so we should her not judge tio harshly
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The Adlernest: Christine´s Quarters around 1315 Hours:
Christine stood in just Bra and Panties before the large mirror and appraised her reflection critically. After the rehearsal she had been escorted back to her Suite, had had Lunch, which had been exquisite and left to her own devices and Chris had enjoyed the light Salad and the Spaghetti Vongole.
All in all her performance could have been worse. It had been far from perfect, definitely not as bad as she had feared but Bach did not tolerate errors and there had been a few – which normally did not happen. At first she had had trouble to focus to concentrate – but after a while she had been able to focus on the Music only, banning any other thought out of her mind.
After Lunch she had showered and rested. Now Chris regarded her face critically. Her eyes were clearer her features calmer, the rings beneath her eyes had receded- mostly. A good make up would have to do the rest. The rest after Lunch had helped, and the side effects of the Sedative were mostly gone, Chris felt not that tired any more.
The cursed female voice broke her out of her reverie: “Assume the Position Christine, two Maids will enter the Suite and help you to make yourself presentable for your appointment with the Boss.” “Shit” Chris thought “I forgot the time. No time to don a dressing gown.”
Chris tapped on her bare feet to the windows, folded her hands behind her back and waited, the Door opened and two Maids entered: one blonde and one brown haired. The Blonde was more on the rubenesque side and smiled friendly at Christine, whose cheeks glowed brightly red, when she felt the looks of the newcomers on her.
When the Guards wanted to follow the two Maids, the Blonde told them off: “You will leave us alone, this is no Peepshow. We will call you when we need you.” To Chris´ surprise the Guards did as they were told.
“That is interesting” Chris thought who had followed the scene listening attentively.
When the Doors had closed behind the Guards the Blonde turned to Chris and beamed at her: “Good day Christine! I am Gunhild and this is Gaia” she gestured at her Companion, "We will help you to dress for the occasion. I have to compliment you on your figure, you are incredible beautiful, I always envy Women like you, probably I just enjoy cooking too much"
Christine blushed slightly and muttered a “Thank you”
“No need to be ashamed Christine!” The bubbly Maid smiled at her warmly. Christine instantly liked the two Maids, especially Gunhild.
30 Minutes later Christine appraised herself in the Mirror, once more. The two Maids had piled her long blond hair stylishly on her head. The earrings with the emeralds accentuated her green eyes, as did the single large emerald on a golden chain, which rested on her breastbone.
The green silken Summer-dress left her shoulders bare and reached midcalf where it fell wide around her Calves. She wore nude hose and green Peep Toe Sling-back Platform Pumps.
“Green simply is just your Colour, Christine!” Gunhild complimented her warmly and Chris made a snap decision: “Gunhild could you do me Favour? Tell Sophie that I am well.”
She took a risk by involving the maid, but she considered it worth it. Inwardly she hold her Breath. “Did I make an Error in Judgement?” Chris felt enormous Relief when Gunhild nodded smiling: “I think I can do that.”
“Thank you Gunhild this is most kind of you.” Christine replied sincerely.
A knock at the Door disrupted them: The Guard Detail entered. Gunhild smiled encouragingly at her: “Everything will be fine and I will do as you asked.” She told Chris.
Chris nodded and presented her hands to her Guard. To her Surprise the Leader told her: "On Herrn von Winterfeldt´s Orders Mittens and –Handcuffs will suffice and you will wear these Glasses"
The Leader produced Dark Sunglasses which were closed at the sides. “This is just effective as the sleep-mask and it will not ruin my makeup." Chris thought “They are stylish”
Chris could not supress a grin as the mittens were applied and her hands cuffed. Gently two of her Guards took her at the Arms and guided her out of the Office: Two Guards in Front and two Guards behind her.
Her High Heels clicked loudly on the Marble Floor. Christine counted again her Steps and this time they turned right after 100 Steps and followed another Stair Well upwards. Walking the smooth marble steps on her high heels and blind was no easy task and she had to concentrate on every step. But her Guards guided her well. Now she would meet von Winterfeldt again. She steeled herself.
Aeons seemed to have passed since that meeting at Wenningstedt on Sylt: Six Weeks, seven? To her surprise she felt calm and collected: she would not allow her temper getting the better of her! They turned left again and after 50 Steps the small procession came to a halt.
The Glasses were removed as were the mittens and the cuffs. Chris took a deep breath as the Doors swung wide open: “You may enter!” The Leader told Chris. She walked straightened up, Head held high and strode majestically on her High Heels through the Door, for her appointment with the Devil.
A few moments before: Von Winterfeldt´s Office
Von Winterfeldt was giddy with anticipation. Now they would meet again: He and his Soulmate. According to his Staff von der Marwitz had adjusted remarkable quickly to the Situation. Sieglinde had informed him about her requests and he had granted them of course. He could afford it to be benevolent.
He had followed Chris´ rehearsal with rapt attention. Her rendition had been very good but not perfect. Few people would have been able to tell the difference. He could of course. He had made the right choice. They had a long way to go, but he was sure that their harmonies would come together in a crescendo of love in the end.
The large double leaved doors swung wide open and in strode Christine von der Marwitz, seemingly gliding on her very high platform Heels. She looked straight at him and she smiled at him, though the smile did not reach the eyes, and her Eyes were cold. But he didn't mind. Von der Marwitz was human after all and had had a lot digest lately, so he would give her time to adjust to her new life. And he wanted her to play the Chopin perfectly.
Even without heels Christine von der Marwitz would have been an imposing figure, but on those heels she was a Goddess: Those bottomless Pools of green light, which were her Eyes fascinated him She came to halt a few Meters before his desk and bowed her head ever so slightly and spoke in her melodious Alto Voice, like honeyed wine, “Herr von Winterfeldt, so we meet again.” He was mesmerized by the sheer Presence of the Woman. Von Winterfeldt could sense her tension, even if she covered it very well.
“I forgot my manners” von Winterfeldt stood up walked around his Desk and strode to her and executed the hand kiss to perfection without touching her skin. Christine was impressed.
She had expected that his touch must burn her skin, scorching her, but nothing of the sort. Beaming von Winterfeldt motioned to a table before a Louis XV. Couch on delicate legs. “Please have a seat!” Chris followed him sat down, legs parallel as the perfect prim and proper Lady – “Which I am not”, she mused. Von Winterfeldt sat too, made a motion and a maid appeared which filled Tea in the delicate Cups of China.
“Your favourite Blend” von Winterfeldt explained smiling. They both took a sip. To her chagrin Chris had to admit that the Tea was perfect and Christine said so. “Thank you” von Winterfeldt replied cordially –“but I think you have a lot of Questions?”
“You could say that Carl!” The Pianist replied brightly “You do not mind if I use your forename don´t you?”
“Of course not, all my Friends call me Carl.” Von Winterfeldt replied.
The beautiful eye brows raised a fraction: “Carl let be me be frank” von der Marwitz smiled “If we are or will be friends will remain to be seen. But I am prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt. Whilst I find it hard to be brought against here against my will, I thank you for the Chance to play the Chopin.” “Hard is quite the understatement” Chris thought.
Von Winterfeldt nodded: “I appreciate your candour Christine, I really do.” Christine relaxed a bit; being so frank had been a risk. “And I understand that you must feel anger and confusion. What I expect of you, is to give me time to convince you that my intentions are honourable.” He looked expectantly at her.
Chris had to use every use of self-control she possessed. She thanked inwardly her Sensei for teaching her mental discipline. So she smiled back: “I will do that.” “You know Carl, I often think back to our meeting in Wenningstedt and you told me then, that you would like to continue our discourse, so tell me Carl” she said conversationally: "Why do you think my rendition of the Etudes better than the rendition of my revered colleague Grigori Socolow?”
Christine congratulated herself later on this change of tack, because they engaged into a conversation about the finer points of interpreting Chopin avoiding treacherous waters, which was a good thing. And grudgingly Chris had to admit again, that von Winterfeldt´s knowledge was as deep as that of the best Chopin-Specialists.
As Professional she regarded von Winterfeldt as a Dilatant – as Beethoven would have called him: Way above the average Piano Player but not the great artist as he styled himself. “I will not tell him that though, that could spoil the mood somehow.”
The Time passed quickly. At precisely 1600 Winterfeldt stood up and said regrettably: “I hope we can continue this fascinating conversation tomorrow at Dinner. I would be delighted if you would do me the very great honour, my dear Christine!”
“I will Carl and I look forward to it!” She smiled back “This is settled then” von Winterfeldt smiled that dazzlingly smile.
“Another thing Christine: Would you do me the Honour of playing for me?” he asked.
Von der Marwitz nodded majestically: “I will do; you have any wishes Carl, what should I play for you?”
“What about some Brahms?” The Tycoon asked her.
“Of course I will play Brahms for you and your guests, Carl!” Chris smiled at him and somehow she managed it to smile naturally, though she felt as if her Smile had been glued to her face.
"And be prepared to accompany a friend of mine – and you!” von Winterfeldt added. “I am looking forward to it!” Chris replied, still smiling.
He executed that perfect Hand kiss again and Chris turned on her heels and strode to the door. Von Winterfeldt followed her with his Eyes: She seemed to glide, those swaying hips … he sighed.
As the Door had closed he thought about the Conversation:
The Pianist had mesmerized him. He had expected her to be furious at him, but nothing of the sort: On her guard, a little tense and attentive but polite, her self-control was remarkable.. Von Winterfeldt looked forward to Dinner tomorrow:
Christine and Sophie? That would be a dream: This marvellous voice of Sophie and Christine's sublime piano playing! Yes the two women were fine additions to his personal Art-Collection, though Christine would be the Crown-Jewel.
While she was guided to her Quarters Christine let the last Hour pass before her inner Ear: “Von Winterfeldt is a clever bastard, I must give him that, that tantalizing hint at the end, that I will meet someone I know. “The man likes his little Games way too much.”
All in all she congratulated herself on her performance, she had not been sure, if she could keep herself together, but that came at a cost. Christine felt totally drained and exhausted: To smile, to suppress the urge to jump at von Winterfeldt´s throat had been tough.
The Adlernest: Christine´s Quarters:
As soon as the Door of her Suite had been locked behind her Christine carelessly kicked her High Heels off her Feet and sighed contently. Then she stopped in her tracks. Something felt different.
Chris scanned the Room but could not detect anything out of the Ordinary. She took in the air: There were traces of a Perfume lingering still: “I know that scent, but where from?” She walked across the room to the Window. The Sun shone above the Gardens on this Side of the Palace.
She sighed, what would she give now for a walk in the Sun now: “But I am stuck for the foreseeable future inside this Cage.” As she turned and looked at the Working Desk with the large Box on it, which contained the Chopin-Autograph, on the Box lay something. Carefully she went over to the Desk. It was an Envelope of heavy creamy handmade Paper. On it she could read in a bold but neat handwriting: “For Christine”.
Chris hesitated though to take the Envelope in her hands. “The last Time I opened a letter directed at me had been in Nuremberg” she thought: The letter had been prepared with a drug which had rendered her unconscious. When she had come around then she had been tightly mummified in Silk with a Vibrator in her Vagina, that had driven her mad.
Then it hit her: “Nuremberg! That´s it. This is the Perfume Sieglinde Gablenz uses” And the letter was also the Source of the Scent. “The Envelope must have been doused in the Stuff.” Resolutely Chris grabbed the Envelope and flipped it open. Inside was a Card, made of the same heavy handmade Paper. Touching the Card only with her fingertips she took it out of the Envelope, which fell to the floor. Chris read this:
“Dear Christine, I would be delighted if you would have dinner with me at my Quarters at 2000 Hours. Be ready to be escorted to my Quarters at 1945, Sieglinde.”
Christine had to read the Card twice: “So Sieglinde Gablenz wants to dine with me.” “Great” she muttered to herself: “Another invitation I can´t decline: First Tea with the Villain in Chief, then Dinner with his Chief-Enforcer. Just what I need.” she cursed inwardly. “But I have no choice.”
Chris wanted to lay the Card back on the desk, when she stopped dead in her Tracks, a thought had crossed her mind and a small smile curled her lips. A Plan began to take shape …it would be dangerous, but she had nothing to lose.
But first a shower and then some rest, she decided. Carelessly she let her Dress glide to floor stepped out of it, rolled the Pantyhose down her legs, unhooked her Bra and took her Panties off. In all her naked glory she turned to the Camera and spoke to nobody in Particular: “I hope you enjoy the View! turned on her heels and went into the Bathroom. “Probably there are Cameras as well” she thought.
In the Control Centre Sieglinde Gablenz grinned: “I did indeed enjoy the View, my dear Christine!” Sieglinde had been curious how the Pianist would react, when she would find the Invitation on her desk. And she had not been disappointed: she had enjoyed the look of disbelief and irritation on the beautiful face of her “Guest”. “This Evening will be fun! At least for me!”
Gablenz watched with keen interested and Arousal as Chris returned out of the Bath, still naked, pulled on her PJ´s and went to bed. The Pianist seemed to fall asleep as soon as her head touched the Pillows. “See you later my dear!” Sieglinde spoke to the Screen. “Rest well, you will need it.”