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</div><b>Name: Myra Cecmanek<br/>
Age: 21<br/>
Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:00<br/>
Location: Villa<br/>
Wearing: loose white cold shoulder beach shift with pink-strapped black twist bikini beneath<br/>
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Tagging: <a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a>, <a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a></b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Punk girl took the cue and joined the dance floor.  Myra encouraged her by holding out her arms to take her hands as she got close, then gave her a twirl.  Now she was sandwiched with pink-dyed hair in front of her and inked Antonio at her back.  Proximity was close and the body heat warmed her.  Then the dreadlocked Polynesian joined in as well all though his stance was tentative and his moves were muted.  He seemed to be interested in punk girl.  After knocking off two tequila cocktails, the dancing was pumping the alcohol through her veins and Myra was feeling the buzz.<br/><br/>Over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Hayley getting close to big football guy and smirked to see that her moves were a bit less than graceful.  Their legs were sort of interlocked in some half-assed Lambada.  They were quite close already.  The black man's shirt was open and untucked.  Myra was not surprised.  Muscle guys always had to show off.  These two were easily the first candidates for the truth booth.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, over by the pool, the long-haired Asian was dipping her feet while model-skank wandered over to join her.  They were probably scheming.<br/><br/>Through all of this, Antonio was getting into it.  Myra had his full attention.  This fueled her and she obliged by doing nothing to stop her ass from grazing up against him.  The he started singing rather loudly to the song.  With a neat turn, she faced him, reaching back for punk girl's hands to hold warmly and pull around her waist as she leaned back into her, spine still snaking to the rhythm.  Antonio had to show off too.  He wasn't as big as football guy but he definitely was buff.  He pulled his shirt up and away and Myra grinned mischievously, eyes scanning down and up the artwork on his hard sculpted body.  She could touch him but she didn't have to.  He already wanted her.  Instead, aware of the camera locations, she urged punk girl to turn with her just a touch to give the lens a proper angle, then twisted her neck to give the neon-haired girl a playful kiss on the cheek, not that she was much into girls but to gauge the reactions of everyone around - and get some face time on TV.<br/><br/>When the song ended she waited for the next one but none came.  Someone shut off the sound system and picked up the guitar again.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?" she smirked quietly.  "Someone knows how to kill a party."