Paige had spread a small blanket out down on a sunny patch of grass and laid back. A lit cigarette rested between two fingers, and she occasionally brought it up to her lips for a deep drag. She had acquired a 'talent' some time ago for being able to smoke while on her back, and not drop ashes all over herself.<br/><br/>The sun shone brightly down on her slender body, which was provocatively covered in a pair of barely-there, light denim shorts and a white, wifebeater style tank top, which she currently had rolled up to resemble that of a bandeau. Tanning was one of her favourite 'pastimes', and being sent to camp rather than Juvie for prostitution gave her a lot of time to do so. Dark, oversized Dior sunglasses covered her deep, chocolate brown eyes, and out of the corner of one, she noticed one of the many camp counsellors heading her way.<br/><br/>"Great.." She muttered to herself, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fucking fantastic.." She added, absolutely hating being hassled by people, let alone told what to do. She decided to pretend not to notice, and continued smoking casually.<br/><br/>Paige listened to the Camp Counsellor's footsteps as he shuffled through the grass, making his way towards the sunbathing girl. Finally, he stopped and stood in front of her, his arms folded across his chest as if he needed to prove his authority. "Put your top on properly, please." The man began, "There are people here who may be uncomfortable with you wearing your clothes like that." Of course, he was referencing the sex addicts at the camp, and Paige knew this, but figured she'd have a little fun with the guy.<br/><br/>Paige propped herself up onto her elbows, the half smoked cigarette dangling from her plump, pink lips. "Oh, I'm sorry.." She began, "Am I making you a little bit.. hot and bothered?" She asked, her tone slightly seductive. The blonde rolled over onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder at him, grinning flirtatiously. She had learned at a incredibly young age how powerful sex could be, and used it to her advantage as much as possible.<br/><br/>The man cleared his throat. "Put.. put your top on properly, Miss. Marshall.." He stuttered slightly. "This is your only warning," Paige rolled her eyes once more before turning around again and sitting up straight. She pulled her tank top down to cover her stomach. "Fag." She grumbled, taking one last puff and flicking the cigarette butt towards the man's shoe. He silently turned and walked away.