<div class="floatleft">(http://aimg.rule34.xxx//samples/207/sample_7405f8b991de312df119ccffc90f4487.jpg?1566664)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Del Ricci<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Famous surfer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maid Cafe > hopefully Mikuru's pants/mouth<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black and pink thong bikini bottoms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mikuru, Alicia (Whitestone), Open<br/><br/>Stephanie caught the eye of one of the waitress-maids and raised her hand slightly to make sure she had her attention.<br/><br/>"Lava pit, please? Pineapple puree instead'a strawberry d'ough, yeah? T'anks, babe. An' tell da' bartender for use Selvarey. Never d'at bottom-shelf Cap'n Morgan, huh?"<br/><br/>Again, Stephanie punctuated the end of the conversation by swatting the waitress on the butt. Damn, had she missed being able to do that. After five years on the island, everywhere else in the world seemed so obnoxiously prude and uptight. Brazil felt the closest to home, but even then, it wasn't the same.<br/><br/>Smiling to herself (and eyeing the slightly reddened backside of the waitress that was barely concealed by her skimpy maid's uniform), Stephanie stretched her stomach, then leaned back and continued watching Mikuru and Alicia's performance; though Mikuru was really the only one 'performing' at the moment.<br/><br/>Having entered the cafe halfway through the performance, Stephanie wasn't aware of the vibrations that were secretly torturing Mikuru, so when the girl climaxed, she thought it was exclusively from having her throat fucked; the futa leapt to her feet and immediately began applauding.