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</div><b>Name:</b>Daphne Torres<br/><b>Age:</b>Twenty-One (21)<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Windsor, England<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday 3rd July, 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Arriving at the Villa<br/><b>Wearing:</b>White cropped top with thin straps, white side mesh over white bikini bottoms (<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg.ltwebstatic.com%2Fimages3_pi%2F2020%2F06%2F08%2F15915828551d5e844078ed939ece9cf3a7b51644ce_thumbnail_600x.webp&amp;hash=89f6d452ae48056a4b3a2b0539fe0860" href="https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/06/08/15915828551d5e844078ed939ece9cf3a7b51644ce_thumbnail_600x.webp" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">example</a>)<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Not Applicable<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">It was difficult <i>not </i>to be nervous, and Daphne would loved to have meet the person that wasn’t at least a little uncertain heading into <i>the </i>Love Island villa. It was a staple of modern pop culture, and as a marketing executive, she knew just how importance ‘image’ was — not just physically, but aesthetically. Every person had their own brand, the markers that displayed to the world who they were — attitude, style, temperament, public opinions. It was an endless list that had made Daphne’s last few weeks of sleep restless, her mind consistently seemed to battle against her; plaguing her with thoughts of how the public would receive her, how she would be seen among her colleagues, what narrative the producers would give her.<br/>
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But it was in Daphne’s nature to be aware of perception, to view something from multiple angles and prepare for it; and that was why her nervousness was the only thing making her heartrate skyrocket as she gripped onto the handlebars of the jeep, turning her knuckles a pale white. She didn’t look for the cameras, she didn’t even know if there <i>were </i>any cameras on the journey up the lengthy driveway to the expertly architected villa — but from the moment she had stepped off of the plane, it was game on.<br/>
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She had received a manicure, and a pedicure, taken an early morning swim at the hotel provided for by the crew and gotten a full eight hours. Her hair was precariously combed and moved over her right shoulder, the slight waves glistening where the sun collided with the heat-protective spray — she <i>felt </i>good, which she found to be the most important. There were so many things to think about that having already taken care of her appearance was a relief and freed up an expanse of headspace.<br/>
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As the low rumbling of the jeep stopped and the driver departed, moving to the side of the vehicle to help her down, Daphne took his hand and steadied herself on the brick drive. Stealing a quick breath, Daphne looked at the exterior of the villa for no more than a second before people wearing matching uniformed polo shirts descended upon her. Within seconds a microphone was strapped around her waist — thankfully the straps were the same white as her clothing — and whisked into a side room where her barrage of questions began.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>GIVE US YOUR NAME AND TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOU."</b></span><br/>
“Well, hi, my name is Daphne! I’m twenty-one, and a Marketing Executive from Windsor in the United Kingdom. It’s a job I’ve done since I was eighteen, right out of school and I absolutely <i>love </i>it. I work for a Pharmaceutical company so it has definitely been a challenge trying to make engaging content and trying to get a younger crowd excited about healthcare, but I would like to say that I’ve been getting there slowly but surely!”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS."</b></span><br/>
“Oh, wow, only three? Hm, well, the first I supposed would be dedicated. I don’t do anything by halves, whether it’s work, or planning a trip, or even taking care of myself. Nothing is more important that making sure you’re living the life you want, and you can only get there if you take the time to try and achieve it, right? The second I guess would be flirtatious, honestly, sometimes my friends tell me I’ve been flirting with something and I <i>swear </i>I have no idea I’m doing it, haha. The third word, hm, maybe strategic? I like to try and think of everything that could go wrong with something, and the come up with lots of little plans just in case. It lets me <i>not </i>worry about things, if that makes sense?”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>DESCRIBE WHAT YOU'RE LIKE IN BED, IN THREE WORDS."</b></span><br/>
“Oh god, my <i>nan </i>is going to be watching this! Haha, well, this is a once in a lifetime experience, right? I would say attentive, definitely, hm, experimental and perhaps a little daring? It’s got to be with someone you trust, and if you trust them, there’s no reason why you can’t try new things!”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>WHAT WAS YOUR WORST DATING EXPERIENCE?"</b></span><br/>
“Hmm, the worst? I guess it definitely has to be getting stuck in a life! The guy, who shall never again be named, picked me up and everything seemed fine. But it turns out that he was actually <i>incredibly </i>bland, I tried to funny, I tried to be flirty and then after dinner — and this is no word of a lie — we got stuck in the lift that went to the car park for three hours. Safe to say that we haven’t spoken or seen each other since, haha.”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN SOMEONE YOU FANCY?"</b></span><br/>
“Weirdly I think it has to be their legs. No too thick, not too skinny, just the right amount of hair. I mean, most of the time you don’t get guys walking around London with their legs on show, but, yeah, definitely the legs!”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>HOW WOULD YOUR EX DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE WORDS?"</b></span><br/>
“I <i>knew </i>you were going to ask me something like this, oh god. Maybe that I’m a bit of a workaholic, I’m a bit of a remote hog when we’re watching television and that I’m a bit of a daydreamer.”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>IF YOU WERE AN ALCOHOLIC DRINK, WHAT WOULD YOU BE AND WHY?"</b></span><br/>
“That’s a tough one! There’s so many that I think would suit me, uhm, maybe a mojito. It’s cool, it’s refreshing but still has a certain level of class. If you ask me again tomorrow, I’ll probably say something different, haha.”<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#856aa9">"<b>WHAT SHOULD WE EXPECT TO SEE FROM YOU THIS SUMMER?"</b></span><br/>
“From me? This summer? Well, of course I’m going to want to spend time with everyone, get to know people, see what they’re about and where things could go. I want to find love, I don’t want to play mind games or waste my time, you know? So you’ll see Daphne at her best, like she’s never been seen before, haha. That doesn’t sound cocky, does it? No? Good.”</div>
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It had been good to talk, to ramble, to speak freely and not worry about the editing team’s task of cherry picking the best bits. It was another length of mental bandwidth spared, and allowed her to walk into the villa with a confident stride; legs glowing, lean midriff displayed and a playful smile toying at the edge of her lips.<br/>
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It seemed that she was the last, or one of the last to arrive, and it reminded her of work — ‘people will pay most attention to the first advertisement they see of the day, and the last.’ She descended the few steps that led to the main staging area — the starting line of the romantic Hunger Games — and gave an elegant wave to Laura, before taking in an eyeful of the men and women displayed before them.<br/>
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<b>“Hi, Laura! Hey everyone!”</b> Daphne smiled and nodded silently as she was greeted and hurriedly found the spot labelled with her name. Clasping her hands in front of her, Daphne balanced back and forth on the balls of her heels and sighed in relief, leaning to whisper to the person positioned beside her, <b>“<i>How </i>does everyone look so good? This is going to be incredible!”</b>​</div>