<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Immediately Indira opened her mouth to protest her companion's particular phrasing but the woman's hands touched upon her shoulders and she thought better of it. It was likely just her that was hypersensitive and projecting nuances that weren't actually present. Thus far the woman currently behind her had been nearly perfect company. There was no need to ruin it with her issues. <br/><br/>So instead of speaking her lashes lowered, the dark fan of them settling above her cheeks as she let her head drop forward and attempted to immerse herself not in the 'what-ifs' but in the current moment. She felt the small hands that worked to spread the creamy substance across her shoulders and upper back and gave herself over to the attention. Indira was not by nature a shy woman. Her head could indeed complicate things that should have otherwise been simple but that was a matter of over thinking things in an effort to be ever prepared. It was a hard habit to break but for these few moments she tried her best to let go of the need. Or at least to ignore it. <br/><br/>The idea of strangers colliding was offered and Indira smiled despite herself. Considering it fully she remained quiet for a long while, letting the sound of the water lapping at the shoreline soothe what tension Choe Ja's small hands could not do instantly. "Hmm... You're right. We certainly could remain strangers," she agreed somewhat ambiguously, allowing the sentence to hang as the woman's hands moved down her arm with a treatment and pacing that turned her limb into a surprisingly sensitive hub of stimulation. Her eyes were still closed so the exact details were lost to the sweeping sensations that overtook her nerve endings. She shivered again but this time it was not any sort of chill.<br/><br/>Choe Ja was close, her presence as lulling as it was alluring. Indira could not pull her attention away and when the inquiry came her compliance with the request was achieved much easier than her initial agreement.<br/><br/>"Sure." She murmured, though she hesitated only long enough to allow the woman to correct her positioning. <br/><br/>"Do you do this for all the American women you meet?" The curiosity was mild. In truth she didn't so much care about other women and what they might or might not have received. It was the woman's attention to her that intrigued her most. That and a small amount of wonder as to what else those hands might demonstrate a generous amount of skill in. "You seem very..." Practiced? Attentive? "...thorough."<br/><br/> </span>