--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><b>Name:</b>Sonja Bowerson<br/><b>Location:</b>Entrance lobby --> Her room<br/><b>With:</b>Everyone in the entrance lobby, Kyle<a class="username" data-user-id="2198" data-username="@Sirlaughalot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2198/">@Sirlaughalot</a>(on the way past)<br/><b>Doing: </b>Giving up on the suitcase for now.<br/><b>Content Warning:</b>Some nudity.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>No-one seemed to want to admit to being in charge, there was a lot of milling about, people coming and going and someone falling flat on their face. Sonja's reaction to that was the same as everyone else's: rush to the woman and see if she's okay. But as she was already being helped before Sonja could move, she decided to stay back and avoid crowding the girl. "Maybe someone should make her some strong black coffee?" She suggested, softly.<br/><br/>Still no-one around to ask about her suitcase - they had been most apologetic at the airport, but apparently, at JFK, while she got on the plane to The City, her luggage got on a plane to Miami. It was (she was assured) being rushed to her via the fastest route possible. Muttering "You have not heard the last of this, United Airways!" she turned and headed for her room, checking the letter that was safely in her carry-on bag for the room number. Room four? Okay. She stopped as she saw a really pretty boy coming out of the room.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Sonja. Apparently we're roomies?" She smiled at him. "I just want to make it clear, I have no interest whatever in men, so if you're that way inclined, you should probably look elsewhere?" She said it softy, with a smile, so as not to cause offence. "And for the moment I'm going to be stuck with the one dress, as my luggage has gone walkabout. Anyway, I think I'll get settled. Which bed did you want?"<br/><br/>Once the choice of beds was established, Sonja stepped inside and closed the door. She went through her carry-on and pulled out the sun screen, swim suit and change of underwear that she always (since having a near disaster a decade ago) carried in it.  She quickly popped the underwear in a drawer,  then pulled her dress over her head. She slipped off her panties and bra and examined her curves in the full length mirror she smiled in self-approval. There was simply so much more of her to love! With a giggle she pulled on the swimsuit, that actually made her bulge in a lot of interesting places, and took a few minutes to cover her exposed and creamy white flesh in sunscreen. A moment's panic as she dug frantically through the bag, before relief washed over her as she pulled the pait of flip-flops from the very bottom. She examined herself in the mirror again. Yep that looked sexy. Larger ladies can be a lot sexier than skinny ones! That was her motto.<br/><br/>She opened the door and headed for the pool.