<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, 4:42pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Grace<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Swimsuit time!<br/><hr/><br/>Grace's reaction was pure cuteness overload! She'd been caught ogling Anna's body and Anna had pointed it out. In the process, had also kinda picked on her. Though, Anna had been seeking an honest answer, really. To see Grace go pale and red, made Anna's lips purse and cheek's push out. Into what was clearly a smile showing her adoration for the cute little chica. She felt like she was watching puppy play. So much cuteness! Not in any way meant to demean Grace, but in one of those strange moments that triggered a seemingly unrelated memory.<br/><br/>One such memory (the puppy playing), was one of her fondest memories of a childhood, so lacking in happiness. While her family hadn't been rock-bottom poor, they hadn't been able to provide a normal childhood for her. The puppy they had traded for, while another mouth to feed, had been an investment. It had also become Anna's closest friend. One she had been loath to leave for any amount of time when deciding to become a fitness model. Still, another memory and another plus in Grace's favor.<br/><br/>“I'll take that as a compliment,” Anna replied several moments later. Smiling sweet and reassuringly. Anna blew Grace another playful kiss. Grace obviously had lost the ability to speak. Anna had made her super embarrassed. So, Anna smoothed it over and let the meet-up continue on.<br/><br/>Anna took further delight in Grace's reaction to her scheme. Displaying no hesitation whatsoever to getting a 'backstage' pass into the painting booth. Anna was sometimes mischievous like that. She enjoyed having fun, doing things one wasn't necessarily supposed to do, and getting into adventures. Even if those adventures sometimes ended a bit less than optimal. She didn't imagine this being a big deal in the end, but the sensation of knowing she would use some connections for a hook up, made her a bit giddy.<br/><br/>Having grown up poor, and suddenly growing into money, had gone to her head a little. Fortunately for her, her parents humble teachings kept her – mostly – grounded. But, she had become quite the fun-seeker. Part of her didn't even realize that much of this, was just a deep-seated desire to make up for the life she couldn't have as a child. With so much suddenly accessible to her, it had felt like being a little girl again. Walking into a candy shop and being told she could have anything she wanted and as much as she wanted. It had become rather addicting.<br/><br/>Eager to indulge Grace's decision to get some body-painting, Anna locked hands and began to, surreptitiously, lead Grace away from the line. In a direction that at first, looked to be taking Grace right back into the main party. Then Anna began steering Grace to the rear of the artist area. Where the artists would exit for supplies or to take their breaks. Before Anna got close, though, she felt her arm 'pulled back' by dead-weight. She turned, looking confused, to see Grace stopped in her tracks. Looking a little uncertain. Then Grace declared she needed a swimsuit first. A beaming smile lit up Anna's face, as if a light had been flicked on inside of her head.<br/><br/>“Excelente!” Anna approved with zest.<br/><br/>She wrapped her second hand over Grace's own. Then began moving backwards, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, as she excitedly pulled Grace towards the swimsuit shop. On their way, she pointed out a trash can, so Grace could ditch the plate. When they got near the entrance, Anna released her right hand. Continuing to lead Grace with her left.<br/><br/>The swimsuit station was little different than any of the other areas. It had no flooring unlike the dance floor or the painting/tattooing stations. Nor the modeling stage. Which abutted against the swimsuit shop. It's walls were simple metal beams with built in legs for stability. With hard plastic barriers that acted as the main portion of the walling. Inside were rack after rack of bikini's, shorts, surfer swimwear, and much much more. Most of the product was clearly for the female clientele. The shop didn't skimp on the male products, but since men didn't need any specialized swimwear, it meant they had more options in different places. Plus on top of all that, there were just more designs for women than men.<br/><br/>Despite Anna clearly being the dominant personality of the two, once inside, she looked a bit like a wide-eyed school girl. Clearly, she really enjoyed her swimwear. She tugged Grace to the nearest rack and released her. Immediately whipping out a dangling bright yellow bikini. Holding it at eye-level for Grace. Then with her other hand, she snagged a bright red one. Her eyes glinting with girlish joy.<br/><br/>“You look like a yellow and red girl. Am I right? I'll go for any color myself. Bronze girls like me can get away with basically any color.” Bronze referring to Anna's lightly-tanned skin color. “Not that you necessarily, couldn't,” Anna restated. Her eyes narrowed in an inspecting sort of way. As her eyes roved over Grace. Taking stock of how to gauge what swimsuit would best suit her.<br/><br/>“Ah, we'll just wing it!” She gave an enthusiastic nod of her head.<br/><br/>Despite Anna going straight for the bikinis, it was no indication that the shop only sold bikini's. Grace could spot at least one rack of full-bathing suits. That plus the less revealing surfer wear. Thus if she desired to reveal less skin than her exuberant counterpart, she wasn't screwed.