(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
As you explored the hotel, the lack of affected-accessible accommodation was concerning. In fact, you hadn't seen much tiny-sized anything since arriving in France. Mari, however, was wholly oblivious to the concerned thoughts inside of your head.
Unfortunately before you could voice them, both you and Mari were distracted by an approaching Belle Rivière staff member waving excitedly.
The staff woman (and attractive late twenties brunette) approached rapidly, and you barely had a second to take note of her pretty appearance (truly, all women in France so far were off-the-charts gorgeous) before the woman launched into a rapid spiel, entirely in French.
"Bonjour!" She said brightly. "Bienvenue à Belle Rivière!" Her sparkling eyes locked onto you, and a slightly off-putting glint crept into her eyes. "Le petit a-t-il un permis?" She asked some sort of question, then glanced back at Mari, apparently waiting for an answer.
Mari stared back at the woman, flabbergasted, and then your girlfriend gave you an almost comical pleading look. However, while you'd brushed up on French rather considerably, it didn't make you a master by any means. It was even trickier trying to put your knowledge in practice with a lifelong French resident speaking with such rapid cadence. All you'd truly grasped is that she was welcoming you to the hotel, and that she was asking something about a license. An international driver's license, perhaps?
You turned to Mari. "She's asking about your international license...I think."
Mari nodded. "Oh okay...I mean, I still have my Brazilian one." Your girlfriend explained to you in a whisper, her cheeks reddening at how awkward this conversation was with the staff woman still standing there smiling. As for you, Mari still holding onto her Brazilian license wasn't surprising. She and Rio had family still in that country, and she traveled there once every year or two to visit.
Mari turned to the woman, noting that the employee's nametag read 'Aline'. Clearing her throat, Mari addressed Aline. "Um...uh...bonjour, Aline! Oui! Permis...uh...oui!" She grimaced, stumbling through her faulty French.
Aline was all smiles, and seemingly oblivious to her conversation partner's total lack of French comprehension. "Ah, super! Dois-je verrouiller l'horaire?"
Mari again returned her pleading gaze to you, but this time you were even more stumped on what Aline was trying to say. She was happy about the license, for some reason, but then she wanted to do something with a schedule. Lock the schedule? She wanted to lock in yours and Mari's schedule for the week? Something along those lines?
You whispered as such to Mari, and your girlfriend brightened and smiled. "Ah, um...oui! Oui, merci!"
Aline looked almost giddy with excitement at Mari's words. "Non, merci à toi! Ce sera amusant!" Aline giggled, and though Mari was totally vapid in understanding what the brunette was giggling about, she laughed too.
You, however, were growing more nervous with the second. Aline's upbeat attitude was giving you bad vibes, especially as she kept flicking her gaze towards you in an almost predatory way, and how she was only actively talking to and listening to Mari. It's like she wasn't treating you with equal attention or respect, which began to give you the idea that you'd somehow stumbled into a horrible language-barrier misunderstanding.
Before you could dwell on it further, Aline shouted out, waving to someone behind you and Mari. When you turned, you saw Felicity strolling inside the lobby from parking the car. The brunette raced over to the blonde, hardly containing her excitement, and she whispered something intensely in Felicity's ear. Felicity, in turn, looked shocked, then pleasantly surprised, then quietly satisfied. Sharing a laugh, she then shooed Aline off, and approached you and Mari alone.
"I see you have met Aline." Felicity said. "A handful, that one, but reliable and...infectiously happy."
Mari nodded. "She's a cute one, yeah. Will she be around during the week."
"Oh, of course." Felicity confirmed. "She is my 'partner in crime' so to speak. Consider her just as much at your disposal as I am during this week." Felicity clapped her hands together. "Speaking of which, I hear from her that you have decided to lock in your schedule for the week."
Mari frowned. "O-Oh?" She glanced at you briefly. Somehow, the way Felicity said it, it seemed a lot more decisive and final than it had before.
Felicity seemingly sensed your apprehension and smiled. "A bit bold, but exciting! Besides, I assure you that everything you will experience at the Belle Rivière this week will be like unforgettable magic!" She grinned, and eyed Mari with glee. "Especially for you, mademoiselle, given your unique privilege."
Mari seemed taken aback by the strange wording, but still returned the blonde's smile. "S-Sure! Looking forward to it!"
Finally, Felicity turned her gaze to you, and that same predatory glint shone in her eyes, just like with Aline. You suppressed a shudder, but couldn't help but take a unconscious step back as Felicity held out her hand.
The blonde glanced at Mari. "May I take the little one?" She asked your girlfriend (and, notably, not you).
Mari nodded. "Of course. Is our first activity coming up?"
"It is." Felicity affirmed, while simultaneously scooping you up into her palm. The French woman's heavenly soft skin almost threatened to immediately lull you to sleep...if you weren't still so quietly terrified something was about to go horribly wrong. Felicity hummed as she closed her fist around you. "It will be very fun for you, mademoiselle. And your little jouet will have the starring role!"
Your eyes widened as you recognized the French word for 'toy'...and they widened even further as Felicity crushed her fist, squashing you into a frightened flat blob.
Mari gasped, but Felicity, interpreting the noise as one of eager anticipation, only smiled wider as she began kneading you between her fingers. "Ah, I knew you would be excited! The Belle Rivière prides itself on providing unique and exciting opportunities for women around the world to bond with and enjoy using their tiny little pets and toys! The relaxation and entertainment we can provide you and your licensed ones is unmatched!"
Mari gaped, so dumbfounded by what Felicity was saying that she didn't even think to snatch you back while she had the chance. She merely stood with her jaw hanging open as the blonde French women molded you into a little circle, using her fingernails to scrape and flick your tattered clothes away.
Felicity sighed dreamily. "As I believe most of the world should be, nearly ninety-nine percent of all adorable tinies are licensed in France. It is, of course, the best way for them to contribute to the world." She blushed lightly. "And the most enjoyable way. So, I admit, I jumped to conclusions when planning out your schedule for the week before actually confirming whether or not your tiny was licensed." She beamed at Mari. "Thank you for confirming that with Aline, and for helping restore my faith in you Americans. At least you can care for your precious tinies the right way!"
Mari felt faint, and she could barely think straight. "L-Licensed?"
"Of course!" Felicity laughed. "I like to think of it as the license to properly apply one's love to a tiny, but I suppose it legally just means the right to use their unique qualities to the fullest! And here at Belle Rivière, that is our goal. That's why I've filled this entire week with activities designed to help use that license to the fullest." Felicity giggled. "Honestly, since your cute little one is not a real normal person, you actually could have used your second ticket for another woman in your life to come." Felicity turned thoughtful. "You might still be able to actually, if whoever managed the tickets noticed that discrepancy. I suppose they'd have to buy a plane ticket..."
Mari splayed her hands. "So the whole week...is all about me using Matt for...stuff?" Mari blushed with embarrassment and horror.
Felicity giggled again. "Yes! How exciting! And, now that I have sent Aline to run off and confirm the activity schedule, we will have it set in stone!" Felicity pulled you taut, then wrapped you around her hand. "If you'll follow me, we can head off to the first activity!"
Mari stared down at your battered body with a stricken look. She was just as startled as you by this turn of events, though unlike you (who was mentally screaming at Mari to put the brakes on this), your girlfriend was much more hesitant. She hated awkward social situations like this, she didn't want to crush Felicity and Aline's spirits, and she didn't want to make a scene. And, though she knew it was slightly selfish, she did want to experience all Belle Rivière had to offer.
Mari winced. Maybe...a single day of using her squishy boyfriend wouldn't be so bad for him? And she could think about how to correct the misunderstanding in the morning!
What happens next?
1) Mari decides to put off clearing up the misunderstanding, and so it's off to the first activity of the day.
2) Mari comes clean to Felicity. This throws a wrench into the plans, so Felicity takes Mari to speak with the Belle Rivière manager.
3) Before departing, the group is surprised by a completely unexpected guest: Jenna. Having researched Belle Rivière in advance, Jenna knew exactly how the hotel was run, and so she bought her own France plane ticket and packed her suitcase for a fun-filled week-long vacation with her brother and girlfriend. Or rather, her brother's girlfriend and one licensed tiny property.
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