The Quest for the Unholy Grail

Actually this (posted in 4 slices) is my introductory part to what was planned as a roleplaying thread. It may be too early to complain, but as I cannot seem to get a reaction from my RP partner, I feel a certain urge to share this with someone ;;). So while I still hope I can enter into that RP session with her, I do think it could as well be the starting point to a nice story, and I would much appreciate your feedback (in terms of writing and content) ...

A hot summer day in Berlin, more than 35 degrees Celsius, even in the shade. A young brunette lady is leaving the plane at Berlin Tegel airport, heading to the baggage claim belt and onwards to the taxi port. In addition to her unusual attractiveness, a careful observer might have noticed her slightly odd walking style - calm but elastic as if on springs. Yet as she is wearing a long dress, even that careful observer would not be able to tell why. Sitting down in the taxi, a lustful moan escapes her mouth, but ere the taxi driver is able to wonder what she is doing on the back seat, she hands him a business card: Alicia Leskow, Archaeological Research Services, Am Großen Wannsee 52, 14109 Berlin. A most luxurious area where the rich Berlin families reside in their villas behind tall fences, but the villa where the taxi stops is set apart: large - yes, stylish - yes, but looking cosy and old-fashioned like a dream. Our young lady pays the driver, gets out of the taxi and rings the bell at an impressive gate. When a voice from a loudspeaker prompts her "yes, please", she replies: "Tania Hasselfeldt - I have an appointment with Miss Leskow." The gate opens and she walks in, drops of sweat forming on her forehead as she is now exposed to the hot air.

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Tania (as by now we know the lady’s name is) walked along a circular drive towards the door where a buxom young maid was already waiting. “Hello, Miss Hasselfeldt, I’m Marisa. Miss Leskow has been expecting you and will be available within a minute … unless you want to see your guest room first and freshen up a bit before you meet her.” Actually Tania hardly ever felt uncomfortable when in a sweat and had no intention at all to take a shower, but she nodded. “Yes please, Marisa, care to take me to the room first.”

Following the maid upstairs they arrived in a remote wing of the building. The room was large, pleasantly cool and equipped like a five star hotel – just with a little bit more style and charms. “If you need help with whatever it may be, I’ll be pleased to be available” Marisa said with a sigh. “I would certainly know how you could help me” Tania thought, looking at the busty girl, but as she was generally shy and did not yet know her archaeologist colleague personal