<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/EthanLassiter.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ethan Lassiter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10523621#msg10523621)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Welcome & Info Kiosk<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday August 10th, 1:00PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hawaiian Shirt, light blue bathing suite, sunglasses<br/><hr/><br/>Ethan had come in by boat early that afternoon, the only person in fact actually being dropped off at the resort. Naturally the man thought that was a little weird, but according to the Captain of the ship this place “wasn't like Disney World”. People didn't show up in droves. The Bekamor, Adult Resort was pretty exclusive at least in reputation. Which gave him all the more reason to feel excited about the trip. While stepping off from the small vessel and onto the dock, Ethan upturned his head to the sun and winced behind his sunglasses. The weather was perfect. Hot with a cool breeze, every gust of wind feeling even more refreshing than the last. Lightly whipping his orange and white floral designed shirt about his muscular frame before he finally focused back down and headed along the stretch of dock towards the welcome center. Every footfall in his flip-flops making the wood underfoot creek loudly. He thought he looked like the stereotypical tourist, especially in the choice of clothing. Bathing suit that fell just above his knees, Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of dark sunglasses. All that was missing was the Gilligan's Island hat to complete the arrangement. Frankly if Ethan had one on hand, he probably would have worn it just for the laughs.<br/><br/>Halfway to the Welcome Center building, his hand slipped into the bag he carried in one arm which held an assortment of his clothes and vacation tools. Retrieving his phone, Ethan noticed that he already had a missed call from his wife. Silently cursing that he had not remembered to text her when he had “landed”. It was a lie of course, Ethan had just been on a boat, not a plane. And he was suppose to be in Chicago, not some island resort for two weeks of carnal fun and debauchery. But Meredith (his wife) didn't have to know that. Slipping the into his pocket, resolving to call her later, Ethan finished the short trip up to the main welcome desk.<br/><br/>The inside was not air conditioned and had it's doors open wide, feeling even cooler outside of the sun and without the AC running than his house did during the summer. There was a kiosk in the center with a few pamphlets, as well as a staircase which lead to a second story. A small room to the side having the visible signs of rental scuba gear equipment, and a souvenir shop. Ethan set his bag down on the floor, pulled off his sunglasses and slipped them down onto his top button to hang loosely from his shirt. His light blue eyes searching around for the signs or noises of other people. It was strange, since arriving he had not heard anything save the sounds of the ocean. Already it felt more peaceful than most places Ethan had ever visited.<br/><br/><strong>”Anyone around?”</strong>Ethan called out while taking a tentative step forward towards the kiosk, honestly uncertain what he was and was not allowed to touch. Plucking out one of the pamphlets to get an idea of the layout of the island, some of the activities, and when the event times were during the week.<strong>”Man an Executive Chef on staff, free massages and spa, along with a BDSM scene performer. This reviews were right about this place”</strong>it had everything!