<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price (Team 1)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the board<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, Noonish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Flopping out<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, Leah, Sora | Marissa, Max, Amelia<br/><hr/><br/>In record time this was extremely intimate. She was trapped, tangled between smiling faces complimenting her on how phenomenal her boobs were today, like something out of a squirmy dream.<br/>"Hey," she greeted Elsa for the first time as a limb scooped under to grope her. "Thanks. You know, you're rocking that thong."<br/>The arm was stiff, her body quavered. That pressure was lovely, cozy, like she'd never left the hot tub. Her top depended on the arm beneath her, and as she felt Leah moving over her, Lakresha bore into it, yielded sway. Felt the warm, silky stretch of Elsa's skin like an extension of herself, connected by this relaxing, flowing part of her. Only the teeth of her strap stitching reminded her of where she ended, and Elsa began.<br/>"You don't have to apologize to me, this is felicity."<br/><br/>It wasn't a word she'd ever had the opportunity to use, but an interview had earmarked it, when a guest conjured it to describe the sensation of near-death experience, of being pleased by all that surrounded and all the mind could dream, wrapped up in unconditional warmth.<em>Felicity. </em><br/><br/>The spinner came up.<em>Left hand red. </em><br/>"Whaaat?"<br/>Hard to even find such a thing, through the pile. There it was all the way over by her reaching right foot, and the easiest one was already claimed. This would involve either criss-crossing her arms and somehow staying low, never letting elbows touch, or turning onto her back and crossing at the ankle, navigating the arch of beautiful bodies blindly.<br/>"That is impossible."<br/><br/>But this was her own fault, for trying to block in Leah. And if Lakresha was destined to go out this round, she would do it having fun, not buckling over, trembling, waiting for her strength to fail her. She went for The Big Twist.<br/>"Here goes-<em>ah." </em><br/>Leah's breast was directly there in her face as she turned, with zero chill. It rode her tightly bottled smile, she was sure Leah felt the struggle not to laugh in the shape of her face as she eased, unsteady, into a crab walk.<br/><br/>So far her left hand was just sailing. Finding the red circle behind her back was quite tricky. On first reach, she found Sora, and politely as she could manage followed the lean flow of form, down, down, between the knees was where she had to end up, down, praying Sora were not the ticklish type, with a final plastic slap directly on the red circle. Couldn't have gone better if she'd planned it.<br/>"Ooh, watch out. I'm on fire tonight-"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Oh no</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-23 15:00:58, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d10 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138105)</div></div><br/><br/>And the right arm suddenly felt the fatigue of holding her drink up over the hot tub water. She could feel it disobeying her. What a way to go. The elbow buckled, and she dropped three inches with a wet cat<em>eeek, </em>but the rest of her soon followed.<br/>"I almost had that, give me some credit here."<br/><br/>What a feeling to be cast out of heaven. The squeeze went on without her, hovering, arching as she disentangled herself. Lakresha unstuck her skin from the plastic mat and sheepish joined Marissa, Amelia and Max in the loser's circle.<br/>"My new friends," she greeted them. "What kind of pub food you like?"<br/>Heartthrob Frankie. Funny Girl. She didn't know their actual names, just yet. "We'll have fun. I'm Lakresha Price, I used to play Silk Weed on Pandora X. It's nice to meet you."