While her technique was badly hampered - both by the drag of her clingy, water-laden skirt and jacket, and by the fact that she was still clutching at her handbag - Anna Marie was actually making surprisingly good time. She'd been a competitive swimmer, back in her boarding school days, and she was finding it easy to slip back into old habits; to ignore the watching crowd (unusual and naked through they were) and just lose herself in the motion, stroke after stroke. Her focus was only broken by Vivian's distant, sensual cry, which brought her attention back just long enough to notice that the crowd were beginning to move. The realisation brought with it a burst of nervous speed, which carried her the rest of the way to the other side.<br/><br/>Once she'd pulled herself up out of the pool, bedraggled and dripping wet, Anna Marie didn't waste any time before making for the first door. Her bare feet padded against the ground as she left a trail of puddles in her wake. She couldn't wait to get out of her wet jacket and start drying off, but something told her that lingering in front of these people wasn't a great idea!<br/><br/><b>[Anna Marie rolls a 20 and moves to the first of the three doors.]</b>