The owners of the cabin spared no expense in its design, or its luxuries. It was meant to be the first of it's kind, but they wanted to ensure a wide margin of differences between themselves and their competitors. The cabin was three stories tall, built like a dome, and held 12 rooms. As soon as you opened the front door, you are in the living room. The big screen to was mounted into the wall above the door. Couches and chairs made a simicircle around the door, but other chairs littered the room behind it, especially the massage chairs along the wall. Staight back, in the center of the dome, stood the kitchen and walk in pantries and coolers. Fully modernistic and top of the line, as well as fully stocked to feed 12 for a month. To the sides of the kitchen were the hallways to the first six rooms which circled around the kitchen and storage, plus the stairs leading to the second floor. The second floor was smaller than the first, following the arch of the dome. The center was walled in, housing an indoor gym and spa. Around it was the last six rooms, and the stairs to the third floor. The third floor was a single room, and a nerds paradise. Electrical equipment and computers were scattered all over, each monitoring something different. Seismic activity, wind speeds, temperature, weather forecasts, satellite images of the cabin and mountain, just to name a few. There was also an open work station equipped with a state of the art computer and two monitors. It was made for taking notes and making reports, but there was open access to the internet. The ceiling here was new bullet proof glass, designed to withstand tons worth of pressure, plus provide a beautiful view of the sky at night. The ceiling could be opened or closed by remote over this glass. All in all, the state of the art cabin was meant to be completely avalanche proof. The materials in the walls were stronger than the average materials made for these cabins. They were flexible enough to withstand some give during the impact of an avalanche, but strong enough to hold up even afterwords. Each room was equipped with a king mattress, dresser, night stand on either side of the bed, walk in closet, full bath with walk in shower and garden tub, tv, and mini fridge. The living room tv was equipped with the Xbox one, ps 4, and Wii u, all accessible to the internet with paid accounts. The gym was equipped with weights, treadmills, a hot tub, a sauna, a small track, yoga mats, medicine balls, and mirrored walls. The kids of the technology class had been awarded to spend the week in this state of the art cabin if they recorded the readings on the computers on the third floor.
Jasmine knew the fine line she walked, and she was both excited, and terrified by it. She could defend herself if she had to through martial arts and gymnastics, but with her popularity, it usually wasn't necessary. She was genuinely a nice person, beautiful, and came from a wealthy family, so people tended to flock to her, though usually not in any attempt to form a true friendship. The added rumors that she was easy enhanced her popularity, but lessened her chance of meeting someone genuine. But the Incident had stolen any chance she had at a normal life. When she was 7, her mother had gone crazy. Her father, a sword collector, killed her mother, but accidentally stabbed her as well. The puncture had destroyed her uterus, and though the doctors had fixed her expertly, she would never have children, and once she reached puberty, a new problem arose. Her hormones flooded her in an almost constant state of need. The older she got, the more this need overwhelmed her and she was at great risk of getting into serious trouble. Medication didn't seem to work, and always gave very negative side effect. Eventually a psychiatrist convinced her to start keeping a journal of her thoughts. This ended up working more than anything else, and she ended up using it. As her body and mind grew, the imagery and perversion grew as well, as did her ability to write. Her hormones made her body fill in just the right places, as well as know just how to show it off, but her mind, and heart, kept her from acting upon her thoughts. She knew she wanted the impossible, but she didn't know what else to do. She wanted a man who could respect her for who she was, yet still give her what her body needed. She had tried dating a couple time, but knew the other person was only interested in sleeping with her, and she knew, especially after he learned her secret, He would not respect her. ----- Through it all, there was (your character). He/she didn't know about her problems any more than anyone else, but he/she had always treated her as a person. It was only the circumstances of social standing that kept her from approaching him/her earlier on, but as her sexuality grew, a normal relationship would not have worked. She didn't think even (name) would be interested in the full package. Defeated, she continued to tease, and continued to write, but subconsciously, (name) had become her primary target. She would use every possible opportunity to pass him/her too closely, letting her firm ass graze his/her crotch, or she would bend over too far, giving teasing glances up her skirt or down her shirt. She went on every field trip (name) went on, knowing at least there, there would be chances of them getting stuck alone together. Jasmine didn't figure this field trip would be any different than the others. She would go, let the others wonder around, and pretend to be bored. Jasmine was very intelligent, and actually enjoyed most of these trips, even without her teasing, and the torrent of words that would hit her journal after. (Name) was usually interested in the things at the field trip, so he/she and his/her friends usually ended up alone. Jasmine would usually find an exhibit nearby that she liked, and would pretend to be bored as she soaked up the knowledge, usually bending over in just the right angle to give the nerds a nice show. This trip was a bit different, however. Even (name)'s friends had wondered off, chasing the pretty girls along the slopes. Jasmine and (name) were usually alone in the cabin, (name) looking over the readings like they were all supposed to be doing, while Jasmine wondered between her room, the kitchen, and the gym. She never wore anything appropriate, usually favoring a bikini for the hot tub, or a pair of yoga cut offs and tank top. Today was no different. Jasmine had been laying on the couch in the living room, writing in her ever present, and ever private journal, wearing nothing but her black yoga shorts and bikini top. She had bluntly refused everyone's advances to try to get her to go with them to the snow lodge for a helicopter tore, and when everyone had left, she took up residence on the couch, oblivious of where (name) was.