<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931886#msg14931886)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front of ship bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, noon<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One-piece swimsuit (https://i.imgur.com/Qs8OOtj.png), sandals with raised heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Losers' circle<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wouldn't take much until they knew who'd be topless and who wouldn't. Or rather, the fact that nobody would. But all in due time. In the meantime, she let herself capture by the conversation. Sure, her eyes were remaining on the twister game for the most part, but only to protect her investment. Investment in the bet that was. Hopefully some peering eyes would secure Maya the win... Or she'd crumble to the pressure. Who knew, who cared, it was a win-win anyway.<br/><br/>The question from Lakresha was a difficult one though. Enough she had to spend some time thinking about it.<strong>"Not a lot admittedly. Found myself chasing red herrings every now and then, but not a lot of stories that I couldn't publish. Biggest barrier is usually ethics. Snooped my way to some big celebrity sex-ring, swingers meet orgy-fanatics meet BDSM and all that jazz, playboy mansion on cocaine type deal. Was an interesting story, but didn't want to throw around names so nobody wanted to buy it. Heard some other journalist covered it half a year later and caught a mountain of backlash, type "It's 2019, let people live their lives!" crap. Dodged a bullet there."</strong><br/><br/>She still remembered the digits thrown around when she went to publish it though. The constant money offers if she was willing to drop names... 10k, 20k, 50k, 150k, yada yada. Luckily she valued her career higher than that. She heard sometime later that her "competitor" had resigned himself completely and was working in a post office now. Pretty unsurprising, he could at least have used an alias when it was published.<br/><br/>Sure, there were another few good stories, but likely best saved for another time. For the time being, the twister game was heating up as the numbers were dwindling and the hot tub became more cramped. Eventually, only Maya and the bubbly one was left. She was half disappointed when Maya won, but whatever. She'd survive. Amelia offered a small applause as Maya joined them, scooting over slightly to make space.<br/><br/><strong>"Missed quite the show, apart from that, not much. As for the bets... When everyone wins, is it really a victory?"</strong>Oh, if only more of them had participated, it could've been real fun. Maybe she'd missed a bet in the midst of the mess, but it didn't look like it.