<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the hot tub<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>11:50ish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Playing games<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sora, Maya, Asami, so very open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Splash! </em><br/>If she hadn't been recovering from that cocktail, it would have warranted more of a reaction than the butterfly flutter of lashes, the shielding of her face with one hand. There was such aggression in the flying water, it seemed at first someone had slipped sideways. No- it was just the energy one girl brought to the hot tub.<br/><br/>Lakresha didn't understand Japanese, not even a little bit. She'd often remarked that it sounded like a lovely language, but right then, the way it came out of Sora, it worried her. Fistfights in queer nightclubs weren't unusual over matters of the heart. A police cruiser sat outside<em>Pink Fantasy </em>most nights not to protect those within from militant bigots, but to put down incidents which began with breaking glass and an accusation in a language like Chinese or French or Russian, and could quickly end in the worst mistake of someone's life.<br/><br/>She was looking at Sora carefully. Seeing joy, laughter looking back at her. Lakresha smiled, relaxed. She passed her empty glass back over the bar, declined another.<br/>"Seven, eight.. nine? I kind of thought there would be more. It's a big boat for an intimate little party. But hey, all this for us, I'm flattered."<br/><br/>Not a sister among them, she noticed. The Eyes for the World did seem to alight on blondes most of all. That interest radiating off Maya reassured her, and thinking of herself as exotic pussy brought a laugh, apropos of nothing. That was one way to look at it, maybe the best way, and lean into it, get her Leo on, bare those proud claws.<br/>"Not sure, not sure. It's all mysterious. But you know, strong drinks, relaxing hot tub, it might just be confession time. A risque little get-to-know-you to kick things off."<br/><br/>The hot tub was made to accommodate ten. It was holding seven already. Lakresha let her legs swim, and touch, and crisscross, and make connections all around the world. That felt nice, connecting with people in novel new ways.<br/>"Or like a trust building exercise, where you fall back into the arms of Janet from Human Resources. Ooh, or Truth or Dare."<br/><br/>"What do you think?"<br/>She was looking at Asami. Soft eyes, nice eyes. It was easy to feel like a Leo in them. Human relationships were complicated by higher feelings than those stirred looking into them. They were complicated, and Cupid's arrow didn't quite find the heart but worked to it over months of questioning and frustration. It was likely foolish to ask this quiet spirit to open her mouth and complicate the feeling, but Ms. Price was compelled.<br/>"You've got nine women together on a boat to play any kind of game you like, what would it be?"