<div class="floatleft">(http://s27.postimg.org/jcik0b88j/sample_590bf6c6818e0c551860df60d184c942.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lillian Graves<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Fresh off the boat<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tourist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Broadwalk transition<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mikuru, Allie, Selphina, Luna, Hera(foreshadowed), Open<br/><br/><em>"God's gift to ballroom notoriety..."</em>her voice carried softly in tune to a song she listened to.<br/><br/>Carrying her luggage off the boat--in a heavy duty case, lined with pouches that were rather full, a big black handle at the top, and two rattling wheels at the bottom for easy transportation--was a girl of the curious sort, already seeming to fit the island's dress code. Dark olive bikini top, matching bottoms laced on with a lazy knot. Bright sunlight filtered down from the sky and glinted off her tanned skin, a sheen already glistening upon it; she had applied sunscreen. Whether she'd done it herself or had help was anyone's guess, but in any case, Lillian had done plenty to make herself right at home on the island. Lewdopolos, it was called. Lewd. Sounded like her kind of vacation, partly why she was here in the first place--the other parts were the brochures and ads that silenced her doubts, and made the choice for her. The mayor's image had been on a few of them, and that served to tip the scales in Lilly's head.<br/><br/>And she was glad to have let them tip over.<br/><br/>Currently, Lilly had headphones blasting an AC/DC music track at near full volume, which she took off after studying her surroundings and the people inhabiting them. The music could have been easily overheard (http://youtu.be/aFjp5DBQnlw). There was one girl near her in a skimpy swimsuit, looking like she might have a panic attack at any given moment now. She also didn't seem to have any luggage with her. Odd. Lilly did like what she was seeing, however. And besides that, she spotted two more women feeling each other up right on the spot, right out in the open. It was enough to make the tanned woman cock an eyebrow and observe, very attentive, and now a fourth had called out too. All of them were, no doubt, lovely...and no doubt as well, Lilly's eyes were watching them closely. She was liking this island more by the second; something hot brewing right after leaving the boat? And it involved the Mayor herself?! That's a hell of a way to confirm what you're advertising. And she thought Selphina would have been shorter.<br/><br/>Hmmmm... Lilly had luggage to drop off, otherwise she would have already been over there to give that mayor a delightful piece of her mind--she had an ass that Lilly felt needed to be smacked at least once. As things were, she probably could only manage a passing comment for now. With her music still playing so loudly from her headphones, and not particularly caring for the irony of it, she walked past the small group, her luggage rolling on wheels behind her. With her free hand she waved, grinning, not missing a detail between the two hands-on women. Well, one was...a futanari. Clearly. She could see the bulge through the swimsuit, everything straining to keep hidden inside--<br/><br/>Lilly had been staring, remembered herself and giggled at her blunder as she addressed the clearly<del>busty</del>busy mayor. "I have to say, your Honor...Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but as a tourist, I wanna say I'm looking forward to enjoying myself on your island...'specially if everywhere is like this." There'd be enough time for a response, or someone to stop her if they wished, but otherwise she would continue on about her business, hips slightly swaying as part of her natural walk, being sure to make those pert buttocks almost hypnotic--until she noticed a kiosk further inland...and her walk gained a bit more purpose to it.