<div class="floatleft">(http://aimg.rule34.xxx//samples/207/sample_7405f8b991de312df119ccffc90f4487.jpg?1566664)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Del Ricci<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Professional surfer/sex performer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The beach > Broadwalk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lillian<br/><hr/>Stephanie watched the scene unfold with interest. It took her a moment to recognize the person surrounded by a gaggle of others was the mayor; clearly being in a position of power had it's perks.<br/><br/>Her eye was also caught by a nervous-looking woman (or at least Stephanie was fairly certain she wasn't a futa, but some of them were exceptionally skilled at hiding it) who looked like a lost kitten. The look on her face showed that she was distressed about something. Stephanie watched her for a moment with some interest, eagerly undressing her with her eyes. She was so distracted that she saw that the woman was about to run into one of the stall vendors a full few seconds before it happened and was still completely unable to yell out to warn her. Steph felt slightly sorry for the girl until the vendor handed her some money and she walked off to retrieve drinks. Hmm, what could that be about? Maybe the woman wasn't as clueless as she appeared, and the 'accidental meeting' was part of her shtick.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the mayor, Stephanie spotted another tourist, this one looking a bit more sure of herself and wheeling a rather large suitcase behind her. When she saw that she was heading toward one of the visitor's kiosks, Stephanie's suspicions were confirmed. This girl looked a bit more ready to have a good time. Slipping off the hood of her Jeep, Stephanie quickly made for the kiosk to head the her off.