<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ord1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.134.1080.1080/14574012_982395588548950_7888146217257926656_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTM1MzExNjc2NjUyODM4MzY1NA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2nd | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Patio out back<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi + Zip up hoodie and cut off shorts (both open)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gabriel <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Behaving! ... Kinda?</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> He seemed surprised that she would be serious about drawing him but she really was. She had to do something besides fuck, right? Her mother was somewhere on this island after all. "We're already here. You're up there. I'm down here. Why not?" She shrugged and absently adjusted her top, her attention moving off of him until the moment he seemed to agree.<br/><br/>Lifting her eyes, Charlie bit off a very fierce sting of obscenities. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath in an effort to stave off the surge of arousal trying to lay claim to her body. It didn't work. Her hands pushed up into her hair, dislodging the messy bun she'd tossed it into sometime earlier and sending the dark locks sliding around her, half shielding her face for a moment. <br/><br/>Finally she had to laugh. Peeking over at him through the fall of her hair only made it worse too. He looked so very -not- innocent--which of course fell straight into the category of Charlie-bait--that it was hard to resist the urge to give as good as she got. In fact, she gave up on the idea of resisting altogether. At least as far as being on her best behavior went. <br/><br/>Shaking her head, the DJ set aside her things and stood. She did pause for a moment to consider the guy and his precariously loose pants but then she was moving, strolling across the distance between them until she was able to step directly into his personal space. Somewhere in her head she was smirking, mischief likely equal to his having taken up residence, but outwardly her expression was controlled. Almost serious. <br/><br/>"Fine. I'll help you. Just relax, okay?" Closer now she circled him slowly and looked him over, green eyes taking in the the way the afternoon sunlight and shadow played over every plane and hollow. He really was quite pretty. She would have loved to have her camera with her for this one but drawing him would be the next best thing even if she had to obscure his facial features. <br/><br/>Around she moved, circling for a second time though this time her fingers ghosted above his skin, not quite making contact. Finally she stopped behind him. "Do I have permission to touch you?" She asked letting her hands touch the back of his jacket ever so lightly. Sliding them up slowly toward his shoulders with the aim of eventually moving to push his jacket from his shoulders she stretched up to speak softer near his ear. "You really do need to relax. Its easier to maintain your stamina if you're not all stiff or tense. And of course we don't want an unnatural pose. Her hands reached the edges of his jacket but getting him out of it would require his cooperation. "Let me see?"</span>