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</div>Name:</b>Carina Santos<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Rio de Janeiro, Brazil<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Tuesday, July 6 - Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Living Room -> Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>wearing<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.yandycdn.com%2FHiRez%2FES_7095X_BLACK_PS02042020-3-Edit.jpg&amp;hash=27c4e7d734e9374002b585dfe954176f" href="https://assets.yandycdn.com/HiRez/ES_7095X_BLACK_PS02042020-3-Edit.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">this</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>N/A<br/><b>Tagging: </b>everybody in the kitchen!<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><i>She was in a luxurious apartment, everything she could ever want within reach to her, around any corner, inside any room. Every door was her own to walk through…except one: the door to leave. She was locked inside there, but instead of being frightened, she was excited! She’d won the money. All of it! Only, she did so by herself, no couple to be apart of in sight. <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.tenor.com%2Fimages%2Fb3c5459ead372daa5fa5acb53d0dc175%2Ftenor.gif&amp;hash=67f0a98d127bd5407bf396ceaeaa6d2b" href="https://media.tenor.com/images/b3c5459ead372daa5fa5acb53d0dc175/tenor.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">She was given a paper crown and she popped a bottle of champagne, dancing excitedly in place</a>. And just when she was about to reach the locked door, expecting it to be opened for her, finally, a colorful circle appeared in her vision with the word “Alert” shining within its center, a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.zedge.net%2Fringtone%2F9ac8967b-c7e3-4767-8af5-7309a93a5003&amp;hash=b0c5f88e81c1ae272fae892882eaa276" href="https://www.zedge.net/ringtone/9ac8967b-c7e3-4767-8af5-7309a93a5003" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">blaring sound piercing her ears…</a></i><br/><br/>Then all of a sudden, Carina woke up with a start, sitting up in a cold sweat, the sound of her phone going off, alerting her to a new text message. With a sigh, trying to calm her heart, she picked up the phone and checked the message. Shaking her head and trying to rid herself of the strange feeling of dejavu , she stood and made her way into the kitchen to grab some food. “Man, I had the strangest dream…how’d the rest of you all sleep?” She asked anybody who was nearby as she went to grab herself some breakfast and start up making some coffee, specifically cafezinho.