<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img11.deviantart.net/bbd6/i/2013/256/a/2/hookah_girl_by_daul-d6m6rk5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kurat-ul-Ain Ali<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>May, Sakurako, Chris, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>none<br/><br/>Kurat returned the girl's bashful smile with a sly grin of her own. It wasn't hard to see that this girl was quite the catch, and a quick glance around told her that a bunch of visitors were already starting to take notice of her. Poor thing, she probably wouldn't get to spend much time exploring the island, she'd was probably going to spend the entire trip flat on her back surrounded by debouched and horny strangers. Such was the price of being desirable...<br/><br/>One such stranger in particular caught her attention, the shy looking girl that May seemed to believe was the culprit behind the little love tap Kurat had given her. Of course the poor thing didn't look like she'd be capable of working up the courage to do something so bold, but the Egyptian woman wasn't about to correct her, "Just be careful, something that looks soft and beautiful can still give you quite the prick" she spoke cryptically, her rich accent difficult to place due to her mixed upbringings. "Oh I'm sure there will be plenty of fun to go around" she said, reaching into her bag and dangling her own f-bit in front of her face, almost using it like a pocket watch instead of an actual watch, "Hmmm...9K...heh, it seems fate has decided to cut me out of the equation" she mused, glancing between Sakurako and May, noticing the longing, hungered look in the futa's eyes, betraying her building lust...and if her gaze didn't make it obvious the woman's raging erection sure as hell did.<br/><br/>"I think it's time to withdraw coolly"  she said with a chuckle, giving May a bump with her hip that sent her stumbling closer to Sakurako, "You guys have fun now, and if you're in need of any supplements on journey, come and find me." she said, walking backwards away from them with a sweeping bow, "The name's Kurat-ul-Ain Ali. Though just Kurat works well enough" she said, flicking them a quick salute and a wink before vanishing into the crowd, leaving the two alone to enjoy each other's company, and removing herself as competition for May's attention. With her dramatic exit complete the tan skinned woman adjusted her bag on her shoulder and headed towards the beach where she planned to "set up shop". The luxurious local was nice and all, but at the end of the day "luxurious" was just a code name for "expensive", so she planned to recoup some of her losses provided a few "amenities" for the other vacationers: herbs, weeds, rich, fine quality tobacoo, birth control, morning after pills, testosterone suppressants, testosterone enhancers, viagra, and aphrodisiacs of all kinds. Her magic back pack held just about anything a person could need or want for this kind of trip.