<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 4 | 6 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>West beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>In evening, when the sunlight colors grew richer and warmer and gentler behind the clouds, she was savoring the best part of this fantasy vacation. The beach, the beautiful bodies, and something about the light warming across the curvature of the earth gave the human form a lovely fertile glow. It was her fourth day, now, and she was giving the illusion as much bared skin as she dared, in a dayglo bikini made for sunning, on a stretch of well-walked sand, hot, languorous, glistening.<br/><br/>There was a body out there she hadn't expected to see. Each time she'd seen this woman it had been pursued by admirers, but, here unaccompanied. Something about her had planted a seed in Choe Ja's mind that this woman could fulfill her fantasies. Was it the elusive mixed ethnicity of billion dollar American beauty, the soulful eyes, the inconquerable dignity? No- it was much more primitive. It was such a superficial crush, but seeing her alone made Choe Ja's blood hot. A match lit in her hand, and dipped over one of the seaside tables where a fat jarred candle was ready to burn all night. She carried it with her, in both small hands, cradled to the groove between bikini triangles.<br/><br/>It had just begun to glow noticeably over the waning daylight when she arrived in Ms. Quinn's presence. "So sorry to bother. Are you going to stay for the sunset?" Her English was servicable, but strung together out of phrasebooks and haunted by the tonality of her own language, unpracticed against native speakers for probably months at a time. "Here is a light. It gets very dark." A dainty buckle in her lean forward to push the jar securely into the sand, askew. "It surprised me at first how dark it becomes. I came from Seoul where the nights are very bright. Are you from the USA branch?"