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Indulgence
The beginnings of Indulgence were, if legend serves, of a rather shady and yet fascinating historical note. Long after the colonies were formed and while a nation was attempting to burst out of them, the fresh-water inlets and streams of Indulgence’s beachfront saw the arrival of many dinghies from massive ships at sea. Some came simply for the freshwater, some for the pristine and lovely countryside – but a select few came to carefully row up the largest of the streams to an inland sand bar that had once held huts and ramshackle buildings. Rumored to be a notorious hot spot for buccaneer, privateer, and pirate alike, local families still claimed to this day to have reveled amongst the types of Blackbeard and Lafitte – though his presence this far north of the gulf was purely one of rumor.
Be that as it may, the plantation that eventually sprung up along these coastal waters seemed steeped in that very same spirit of feisty independence and indulgent hedonism, and the fiercely protective spirit to lay claim to it all. Even for its time, its people were known for sliding mores and frantic orgies that counted skin color as naught. Yet its verdant land produced the finest cottons, offering even lime and sulfur for mining, and its wealthy, prestigious daughters were courted In polite society regardless of the status of their innocence.
Like most great southern families and properties, the plantation fell to ruin and neglect after the War Between the States. It lay fallow and untended, empty and seemingly haunted while civilization bloomed around it. Eventually, even hundreds of years of history could not stop progress from encroaching upon its borders – when an enterprising industrial magnate stepped in and saved the land from a fate similar to what had fallen similar pieces of coastline throughout the South. Originally purchased to build the most beautiful , genteel and inspiring of manors for his lovely but ailing wife, two generations of spoiled and indulged offspring seemed to become infected with the original spirit of the land – hosting bizarre parties that left the locals dazed, reeling and full of the most absurd rumors – and the grounds were filled with their perverted statuaries and intimately crafted lovers bowers, carefully groomed through generations of gardening.
Fortunately for all involved, however, a new generation of offspring came – the military and political minded type who seamlessly wound his way through the top echelons of international intrigue. In his adventures he came to understand there were few places where men of power and knowledge could know peace, comfort, and ease without worries of national matters of state or international matters of … confidential nature. He set out to provide such a perfectly constructed world, carefully grooming men and women into his service with exorbitant pay and the strictest of confidences.
Over a hundred years of such pristine maintenance of safety, security, pleasure and service to those who carried the heaviest secrets, the biggest burdens – or simply the largest pocketbooks – had created a specially carved and careful niche in which Indulgence enjoyed a status relatively unknown by privately held companies with no stock and no board of directors. Now an international place of sanctuary, respite and retreat for those who had the power, the money – or simply the connections – to afford such treatment, in one form of another, its client list ran the gamut from royalty to intelligence, from rich playboys to infamous thieves.
Every year, thousands of guests passed on to the grounds, assured that the best technology, safety, security and protection that money could buy was here – luxurious, beautiful, and accompanied by an endless buffet of human repast for them to dine upon while they whiled away their time indulging in the purest and simplest, yet most expensive of risks – relaxation and trust in the reputation and skills of another.
The beginnings of Indulgence were, if legend serves, of a rather shady and yet fascinating historical note. Long after the colonies were formed and while a nation was attempting to burst out of them, the fresh-water inlets and streams of Indulgence’s beachfront saw the arrival of many dinghies from massive ships at sea. Some came simply for the freshwater, some for the pristine and lovely countryside – but a select few came to carefully row up the largest of the streams to an inland sand bar that had once held huts and ramshackle buildings. Rumored to be a notorious hot spot for buccaneer, privateer, and pirate alike, local families still claimed to this day to have reveled amongst the types of Blackbeard and Lafitte – though his presence this far north of the gulf was purely one of rumor.
Be that as it may, the plantation that eventually sprung up along these coastal waters seemed steeped in that very same spirit of feisty independence and indulgent hedonism, and the fiercely protective spirit to lay claim to it all. Even for its time, its people were known for sliding mores and frantic orgies that counted skin color as naught. Yet its verdant land produced the finest cottons, offering even lime and sulfur for mining, and its wealthy, prestigious daughters were courted In polite society regardless of the status of their innocence.
Like most great southern families and properties, the plantation fell to ruin and neglect after the War Between the States. It lay fallow and untended, empty and seemingly haunted while civilization bloomed around it. Eventually, even hundreds of years of history could not stop progress from encroaching upon its borders – when an enterprising industrial magnate stepped in and saved the land from a fate similar to what had fallen similar pieces of coastline throughout the South. Originally purchased to build the most beautiful , genteel and inspiring of manors for his lovely but ailing wife, two generations of spoiled and indulged offspring seemed to become infected with the original spirit of the land – hosting bizarre parties that left the locals dazed, reeling and full of the most absurd rumors – and the grounds were filled with their perverted statuaries and intimately crafted lovers bowers, carefully groomed through generations of gardening.
Fortunately for all involved, however, a new generation of offspring came – the military and political minded type who seamlessly wound his way through the top echelons of international intrigue. In his adventures he came to understand there were few places where men of power and knowledge could know peace, comfort, and ease without worries of national matters of state or international matters of … confidential nature. He set out to provide such a perfectly constructed world, carefully grooming men and women into his service with exorbitant pay and the strictest of confidences.
Over a hundred years of such pristine maintenance of safety, security, pleasure and service to those who carried the heaviest secrets, the biggest burdens – or simply the largest pocketbooks – had created a specially carved and careful niche in which Indulgence enjoyed a status relatively unknown by privately held companies with no stock and no board of directors. Now an international place of sanctuary, respite and retreat for those who had the power, the money – or simply the connections – to afford such treatment, in one form of another, its client list ran the gamut from royalty to intelligence, from rich playboys to infamous thieves.
Every year, thousands of guests passed on to the grounds, assured that the best technology, safety, security and protection that money could buy was here – luxurious, beautiful, and accompanied by an endless buffet of human repast for them to dine upon while they whiled away their time indulging in the purest and simplest, yet most expensive of risks – relaxation and trust in the reputation and skills of another.