"We've got enough speed to pull off a raid," she agrees.

"And I can teleport, especially given images of my destination."

"Then this will be easy. If you wish to select the toys that most strike your fancy, I will disable their transportation."

Grin. "How about we find our own island first, so I have somewhere proper to steal toys away to - and a solid base to set up scries from."

"All right." She banks into a turn. "Do you want to come look at the map?"

"Sure."

She heads over, draping herself over Eliese's shoulders and peering at the map. She likes islands with plant and bird life, and ones with good views of sunsets and sunrises, ideally with some shallows around them for light swimming... And nearness to other features isn't essential given teleportation (not trivial, but still easy) - isolated is more important...

A place satisfying these desiderata can be found easily enough. It's about an hour away; Eliese opens up the throttle, the wind whipping past.

The island is crescent-shaped, limned with white sandy beaches and only deep enough to dock the yacht in the middle of the bend. There's a strip of jungle in the middle, with birdsong audible from the shore.

"Beautiful," she says, giving Eliese a kiss on the cheek.

"It meets with your approval, then?"

Squeeze. "Indeed."

"Let's make ourselves at home."

She laughs and sets out to explore the island a little, picking the best places to settle in for now. This involves a lot of flopping on the beach to test different sunning spots.

There are many superlative choices available.

Eliese takes care of moving things from the boat to the shore while awaiting Acererak's verdict, bundling them up in a glowing net and flying them over.

She settles on a spot eventually.

Then they can set up their shelter. It's all memplas, and springs into shape from its box travel form at the touch of a button.

She weaves a few alarms around the shelter, then stretches. "I'm going to start scrying for toys. Any preferences?"

"Mm... Perhaps a blonde?"

"A nice contrast to the two of us," she teases, before sitting down and weaving her hands in front of her, forming a shimmering image. She pages through several views, spying on girls on different islands, before narrowing in on a very pretty blonde girl who seems to be on her own - reading on an isolated beach. "How about her?"

"She does fit the criteria."

Kiss. "I'll be back soon, then, darling."

Kiss. "Any special arrangements you need on this end?"

"I can manage bindings or conjuring small items fairly easily with magic... Think about what sort of situation you'd like her to wake up to? I'll probably knock her unconscious for the journey back, after all."

"All right. Have fun."

"Oh, I will." A kiss - and she teleports off.

Eliese- sets about constructing a flimsy wooden cage.