<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>Finishing the cup of coffee.   Turning off her daily pad, after viewing the daily news.  In which anarchy seems to be the theme of the immediate present.     Tossing credits down for the waitress for a tip then.    Salonika would grab her carry on bag.   As she slipped out of the booth.     A few heads turn towards her.    Lust would flash in those eyes that grace the dark brown skin woman.      Who is dressed in a cotton dress that buttons down the front.   That comes down to just above her knees.  Yet is tight form fitting and is royal blue color.    It clings to her curves.   More revealing then if she were just plain nude.    So tight is the dress.   That it reveals she could not possibly have anything on underneath.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to adjust the strap of her carry on over her shoulder.    Salonika would begin to move through the cafe.    Heading to out through the exit.  As it was time for her to muster and make her way onto the ship.      Her hips moved in that sensual provocative sash shay as she headed out.    Of course more heads would turn, more longing stares.  That literally tore off her dress.   For her every gesture, body movement is so suggestive.   That it can not be helped.   It is like a big large neon sign flashes over her.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the cafe.    Her gaze would fall across to the ship.  As she pause for a moment and just observe.