<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>Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>May, Sakurako, Chris -> Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>none<br/><br/>Without skipping a beat Kurat effortlessly spun out of the noisy woman's grasp with the kind of trained grace that came with constantly running from trouble, "Now now, isn't someone eager? All hustle and no flow makes the flower bloom slow you know..." she mused, not about to just jump on the first dick she saw, she was after all, a kind of slow and easy sort by nature. Smooth and chill seemed to ooze out of every pore of her body, "Feel free to pay my tent a visit if ya need some mellowin' Ms. "Not quite a saint" Valentine" she added, pulling out her f-bit and giving the accept button a quick tap, happy to establish some early contacts despite not really being the woman's "speed" so to say.<br/><br/>When she got to the beach she quickly sought out a decent spot, not too far from the board walk, but tucked enough away that it wouldn't stand out<em>too much</em>. Her "tent" as she had called it, was really just a large umbrella with some drapes pinned around the edge, allowing her to set up a sort of makeshift shelter on the beach, allowing her to do her business, and do<em>her business</em>in shady comfort.