<div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.135.1080.1080/13744101_1039694612775273_1296490155_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI5ODAyMTc4OTQ1MjAyODkwMA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee  - Maid<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 11:00 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In Front of Mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini & Sundress (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/EulhN8KO83WTXMlJzDMg/cid/212082822/id/HKJHIrqy5hGpHgUdXi33Qg/size/c600x471.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James Richards, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Stephanie's hips swayed as she made her way up the walk to the front of the mansion, her face already turning a soft pink from the sun and excitement of the trip.  She carried a straw bag over her shoulder, leaving the rest of her considerable load of luggage for the porters to deal with.  When they all stopped in front of the mansion, she slid her sunglasses up on top of her head and smiled up at her boss, lifting a hand to wiggle her fingers at him in greeting.<br/><br/>"Hey, Mr. Richards!  The place looks amazing.  You've outdone yourself, yet again!"<br/><br/>She laughed lightly and turned on a heel to look around at the whole view, biting her lower lip as her eyes raked the nearby beach with interest.  Slipping a hand into her bag, she removed a bottle of water and took a sip, trying to decide what she wanted to do first.  Then thought of heading upstairs and unpacking was entirely too sensible, and the beach was wicked enticing.  She dropped her water back into her bag, and glanced around at the other people, trying to see if there was anyone interesting to invite along on her foray into surf and sand.