<div class="floatleft">(https://secure.static.tumblr.com/4032fe943b9cd22179a594bfa078493c/hzro8zk/37En9dsgo/tumblr_static_tumblr_static__640.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd,  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Breakfast Nook, First location <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts over blue bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed <br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Game on.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Yep. She was losing her damned mind. Had to be. Why else would she be trying move closer to the stranger currently gripping her her ass like it was his rather than running away? He could be anyone. A co-worker. One of her mother's former somethings. Someone's brother or daddy. Some escaped convict hiding out on the island. <br/><br/>Charlie didn't care. <br/><br/>Being a grown ass woman meant she could choose to take whatever risks she desired. And right now she wanted this one. He tasted good and seemed to know what he was doing if the sensations coursing through her were anything to go by. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she moaned at the squeeze he gave, her head tilting up to allow him better access to her neck.<br/><br/>"Is that what this is? A game?" Her hands stroked across his shoulders and down his arms. With little difficulty she found the hem of his shirt and slipped her hands beneath to warm skin. "Lucky for you I like games." She replied somewhat breathlessly. He didn't want to know her name? That was fine. Different from her usual but then nothing about this little setup was typical. "What are the rules? Or better yet? How do I win?"</span>