<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front entrance<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>Wasn't any need to get drunk first. There had been an opportunity in the second world of the island, like a door left ajar in the tiger pen, and instinct told her to dart to freedom. Didn't need convincing. She was already right there with James. Jim? As the bow had cut the warm tropical waves en route she'd stripped down to the barest black-paneled bikini in the fluorescent color of a printer running just on cyan and magenta. Eye-catchingly bright on a modest little frame, a head shorter than most on board.<em>Notice my body </em>the colors demanded.<em>Right here on A-cup tits and my waxed bikini line is where I want your eyes. </em>"This is amazing!" she called to James over the din of gratitude, eagerness, uncertainty? Choe Ja was not uncertain. She was flying a seabreeze-dappled shawl up over her head like a World Cup flag, and released the perfumed gossamer from her fingertips, twirling over the cliffs.<br/><br/>Make the island hers. Like a lucid dream, she would.<br/><br/>No woman was going to approach her first, that was pretty much a given- not when you looked like you might not speak a word of English. Her English was perfectly servicable, though, as she passed by her fellow guests and had private words for each of the single ladies. "Will I see you out on the beach?" Maintaining eye contact, though it was the gravity of American curves that pulled her in. "I'm so excited, I can't decide where to go first." She had done this before in Seoul clubs, where her love would be a shameful secret. Discreetly, casually gauging interest. Seeing who would notice the plunging five inches of smooth porcelain between navel and waistband. Tucking back her hair, the way American girls did on Netflix. "I think I want to get out there while it still feels dangerous."<br/><br/>Her room was a shared one. Sarah was the name. Ms. Pyun tried to discern, from all the disembarking faces, who in the world that might be. It would probably be more apparent, to Ms. Levitz, which guest was Pyun Choe Ja.