<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 4 | 6 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> West beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini (http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/NDUxWDMwMA==/z/MZ4AAOSw7NNT~j6m/$_35.JPG?set_id=2)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>...She doesn't know what she wants, but she's curious.</em><br/><br/>Something in the woman's words brought the slightest tinge of a blush to Indira's face. Heavens only knew why since she had long since passed up curiosity for a definite knowing--at least in certain respects. She was suddenly grateful that the dying light of day would likely hide the small change, however. She wasn't ready for any questions that might develop out of that particular line of thinking. Instead, Indira spent the passing moments trying to conjure an image void of the idea of a seeking soul poised at the edge of an opportunity. There was too much risk. <br/><br/>The moments continued to tick onward and, in the absence of an insistent need for attention which she had come to associate with most bodies that broached her space, with ease grew an unbidden awareness of the young woman beside her. Unintentionally her gaze had already made at least one pass over her scantly clad form to note the the subtle play of light and shadow over her youthful curves. It was only a casual look to most but then, Indira simply had a way of masking her thoughts and intentions from others. Of course she had run into the odd person here or there capable of seeing past the competency she wore like armor.<br/><br/><em>"You came here to relax?"</em><br/><br/>The sound sliced through her own thoughts and brought her to the surface. Her head turned and she smiled at Choe Ja, unthinking. "Usually there's so much noise. So much demand buzzing around me. I try to keep pace with it, to control those things within my reach as best I can. I guess that might look like having it all together to some." She shrugged a single shoulder, unsure of why she was saying this to a woman she barely knew.<br/><br/>Watching the woman's fingers move across the bag she'd packed to come out and pass the time, she only nodded when the tube of lotion of liberated. Thinking she meant to use it on herself, Indira saw not a single reason to object. She wasn't a stingy person or the sort to bother trying to teach lessons in preparedness unnecessarily after all. "Sounds like a perfectly valid desire as far as vacations go," Indira chuckled, finding it only slightly odd yet somehow... intriguing?... the way the other woman seemed to have fixated on American women as a separate breed. She supposed it was quite possible they were somehow fundamentally different in some sense that mattered to Choe Ja but there was no way for Indira to see it. In fact, she somehow had yet to factor in that she herself fit as a part of this separate class of women. Even if her mind had latched onto the distinction as a point worth chewing over.<br/><br/>Indira had only begun to shift her position to that of being seated cross-legged in place when Choe Ja managed to catch her completely off guard. She had been sliding toward a state of provocative thought but abruptly detoured to a place where hands moved across her body, slipping and sliding with deliberate purpose. A chill took her suddenly despite the warm and her nipples responded accordingly. <br/><br/>"Oh, uh... I don't really think..." Shit. <em>Get it together, Indi. You want to say yes. Say yes.</em> "I mean, okay. Sure." It was harmless. Just sunscreen.<br/><br/></span>