The girl reaches to take your hand.. her skin surprisingly smooth.<br/><br/>"Oh..surely you can stay a week..not just a day" she blink blinks up at you..slowly guiding you towards one of the tourist offices.  You notice others in the crowd, seemingly watching.. their reactions almost jealous.<em> (rolled on your Psychoanalyze).  </em>Apparently you are one of the prime targets, and there are those jealous that whoever this girl is.. has caught you first.<br/><br/>You're lead into a tourist office, where a very official looking Vrusk looks at the girl, and then at you. "Greetings, Are you looking for a reservation at Saint Martins?.." on the wall a panel lights up, displaying a grand Saint Martins logo..then flashes through a picture montage of poolside patios.. gleaming glass buildings surrounded by exotic tropical plants.. plus glamourous rooms.. a large manificant dining facility.<br/><br/>"Beautiful.. isn't it?"<em>(Strange for a Vrusk to say something like that)</em>"So..how many weeks will you eb staying for, Miss..?"