Emma Frost sat in the clear blue water of the resort. She waited every year for the week she just got to lounge and not be a total bitch to everybody. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, resting at the crown of her head.  She wore a stark white bikini, with no bells and whistles other than a simple pair of diamond studs of the highest quality. The only indication as to who she was and what she could do.<br/><br/>She was sipping on a very fruitful and ironic Sex on the Beach cocktail, and was simultaneously working on her tan. Just because she was the White Queen, didn't mean she had to be white. For the first few hours she stayed like this,  just relaxing and pondering the week. When her drink had run out, she finally decided it time to socialize, if only for a minute.<br/><br/>Emma walked purposefully towards the Tiki bar sitting up on the white sand. "Hey love, mind getting me some sex on the beach?" The boy stuttered, and she let out a laugh, waggling her glass in his face. He refilled her, and stopped her before she left, letting her know what time he got off. Emma doubted she would take him up on it, but who knew this week. She made her way down to an on beach lounge area near the water, and sat down in one if the plush beach chairs, waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive.