<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Elena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Scoping out the conspicuously over-dressed lass, meeting the conspicuously over-dressed lass, mild flirting with the conspicuously over-dressed lass<br/><hr/><br/>Before Grace had shown up, Anna had moved to the volleyball nets. She'd plopped down in the middle of the three locations. Allowing her to watch each match in turn. Simply by swiveling her head. The collection of people, had proven interesting thus far. Most of the individuals seemed to have some skill. Though, some obviously played only for fun. While the rest weren't that good. Regardless, Anna had been enjoying the exhibition. Giving the occasional whoop or hollar when a good play had been made. By chance, she happened to be looking away, when she spotted Grace walking into the party. Displaying her fully clothed glory for all to see. This sight immediately stole away Anna's attention.<br/><br/>Anna had, not at all, expected to see a fully clothed individual walking the beach. Let alone the party.  Anna stared with intrigued surprise. Everyone else suddenly not as interesting as the woman bearing the least flesh. She watched the woman grab a drink from the alcohol station. Though the way the bartender behaved, made Anna suspected the woman hadn't actually ordered an alcoholic beverage. Anna's brow rose. Interesting. Sure, she herself hadn't gotten one, but she hadn't expected anyone else to pass on the free booze. Then the short woman headed to the food. Apparently struggling with indecision before taking what appeared a small amount. From the few direct glimpses she had gotten of the woman's face, her face appear to betray some excitement. Anna watched her until she headed for the body painting and tattoo lines. That decided it. Anna had to meet this pretty lady.<br/><br/>By the time Grace had shown up, the lines had quadrupled. Most people busied themselves, while waiting, by eating, drinking, and chatting amongst themselves. Some individual's eagerly discussed different ideas for tattoos or body painting. One man was actively 'scribbling' over his muscled pecks with a finger. Giving a visual to his oral description of what he wanted done.<br/><br/>The stations consisted of a single large stage split in two by a simple fold-up barrier. Each side occupied by a team of tattooists on one side. The painters on the other. There were four stations for each side. Where the artists busily went to work. Behind these stations, were two private booth-like set ups, each. Thus if anyone wanted art on their private area's, only the artist would be witness to their nudity.<br/><br/>Anna caught up to the blond at the very end of the line and looked down at her. Smiling. “Hello,” she greeted. “I couldn't help but take note of you. When you first joined this lovely party.”<br/><br/>She didn't state the reason why, but surmised it was obvious enough for the blond to figure out. Anna spoke in English, with an obvious Spanish accent. Not Portugese, as she didn't know if Grace spoke it or not. Something about Grace just made Anna feel like she was not native. Either a transplant or a visitor to Brasil.<br/><br/>“My name is Anna. Who are you, pretty little lady?” Anna let herself flirt a little with the stranger. It wouldn't hurt.<br/><br/>First of note about Anna, was of course their height difference. Anna being an easy four inches taller. Then the decently skimpy gold and black bikini Anna wore. It was far more covering than many on the sand, but still revealed ample cleavage from her ample bosom, and much of her toned and muscled body. Grace could easily see that Anna's beautiful body was in its peak physical shape. Not overly muscled. Still retaining her curves, yet accentuated with what had to be years of ceaseless effort poured into it. Then as Grace's eyes invariable traveled up, she could see long locks of chocolate caramel that ended at just below the woman's breasts and worked their way up to a full head of luxurious hair. Deep enchanting brown pools stared down at her. Lush full lips smiled warmly.