<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 |11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 7<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), hoodie (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Bitchclub.png)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah, Amor<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>At first brush the room was clearly intended for lovers. Choe Ja spun on her heel to get a read on her new roommate as soon as she'd laid eyes on the glass enclosure that was the bathroom. That was the shower. Backward she sank into the suite, and set down the suitcase, and put on a smile that said they'd make the best of this, she and Sarah. And Amor. "It's big enough for four, isn't it?"<br/><br/>On second brush it began to dawn just how deep the rabbit hole went. There along the ceiling, hanging hooks which were probably not accommodations for her houseplants. Above her bed, covered by a panel but gleaming along two visible seams, there was definitely a mirror. But there, in the middle of the sea of softness, so deep in its luxury she needed to take a knee over the bed to claim it, the staff had placed her own luggage. In one long motion it unzipped loudly, and audibly let out tension. The cup runneth over with honeymoon delights. "I might get lost in this big bed. Look how small I am on it." Arms outstretched, she fell back into it. Something satiny in a size small hip fluttered across her skin.<br/><br/>In two heartbeats she was calling Amor into her room, such as it was. "Where do you get a shirt like that? Is there a website? Oh, wait- no internet." Out of her fairy clothes, dimpled from a press of polka-dot heels and a gaudy cold weather weave of flamingo pink, she pulled a hoodie memorable for its trashiness. It slipped on over her bikini top and the roam of windblown chestnut-tinged hair as though she were trying on her mother's clothes. And when she stood, it had infused her with new confidence.<br/><br/>There was English print across the hood in flashy scarlet sequins and rhinestones. It wasn't until Choe Ja pulled it like a veil down over her eyes that the words were legible:<em>Bitch Club. </em>A thick zipper pulled together the two halves to complete the bizarre callout of<em>Nipples </em>across the chest. Her fingers cocked like pistols and she provided the small but fierce sounds. "Pkew, pkew pkew! Gangster girl roleplay. Do you like it?"