<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>Room 7<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), sun hat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Seajade_sun_hat.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah, Amor<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>"Only one plan." She pulled to her feet, threw out her arms. "Three girls having fun on the beach!" The hoodie came off, natually. She unearthed a layer in her luggage home to a broad pastel disk, and expanded it with a tap to her knees into a sun hat. The light, bright color facing the sun was right at home beside her electro-bright bikini, and it could never be laundered, not once without losing the watercolor crispness. On the reverse and ringing the band was Korean gukje embroidery like Buddhist fractals or the insides of weird tropical fruit. Its broad rim only accentuated where her eyes fell in comparison to her American company at five feet, two inches; a head below average.<br/><br/>"Ooh, ahh, so sexy beach bodies, running in slow motion." A catwalk strut showed off the color of her flower to whom it mattered. "North beach? South beach? West beach? Or, secret beach." Her voice lowered conspiratorially. "Do you know about the secret beach? I'll tell you. There's a crater down inside a baby volcano full of spring water and green jungle. I found it on Trip Advisor." Excitement bounced from her toes. Whether now together or alone, this was a place she had every intention of visiting. It had been decided before she ever set foot on the yacht. "We might be the only ones there. It's hidden and tricky to reach. I dreamed about places like this in Seoul, secret hidden beauty away from crowds. Are you with me?"