<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ad/56/c6/ad56c6d67916bcef0d686db5643892e3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aurora "Rory" Vega<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong> Deck of the Linea<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Black blazer with sleeves rolled up,</del> white v-neck tee, black ripped jeans, black Timberland boots (half laced), black cap</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">With her drink finished and the questions moving on, Rory was in chill mode. Rising casually the long legged bodyguard lifted her arms over her head and gave a stretch before shoving her hands into her pockets. The questions and the subsequent answers were interesting enough--a damn G cup, fuuuuuuuh--though Valkyrie's question brought Rory's attention up more sharply.<br/><br/>Rory could, at times, be hella competitive but even she wouldn't have asked such a quedtion out in the open. Unwittingly it caused her to shift her view of the other woman even as she wondered if it was a need to undermine the competition that had driven her to ask or whether it was something more straightforward like unchecked curiousity or just a need to know where she personally stood.<br/><br/>Not that Rory got to spend much tome pondering that. No, not when Leah sudden shifted and began to exit the small pool giving her a first hand look at what g cups straining behind thin wet fabric looked like. That the other woman strolled herself right on over to order another drink before moving closer to Rory's own vantage point did do much for Rory's mind either. It was far too easy to start back down the road of thinking about what her skin would feel like and if she was as soft as she looked.<br/><br/>Blinking, Rory aimed a lopsided smirk at the curvy beauty and chuckled. "Mmm, yeah. That view was a little better a few moments ago. Though I can't say I mind the change in perspectives. This one definitely has a few perks," she replied, turning slightly toward Leah. Her hand stayed safely in her pockets but curled into themselves as if the struggle was real, though Rory's gaze didn't stray from the other woman's face. "What are you drinking, mami?"</span>