<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>April<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>A, Fa, F<br/><br/>Suddenly as the cascade of cold water hit her face Kurat sprang to life with a heavy gasp for air, "Haaaaah...." she groaned, having to lean up against the large pole to shower head was attached to to stay upright, instinctively pawing at the thick layer of cum layered on her face, washing away the messy goop, once more allowing her rich bronzed skin and strong Egyptian features to come into view, "Uh fuck..." Kurat muttered, body aching all over as she did her best to was herself off in a halfway dignified manner. Of course that didn't compare to the throbbing in her head, the woman rubbing her hands through her hair to try to gain some level of relief. The aching only worsened as the memories of what had just happened came flooding back, her cheeks turning red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger. The woman liked to think herself a friendly sole, not overly prone to anger of violence, but the next time she saw Ms. Valentine she was going to give her the biggest slap she could muster.<br/><br/>Turning around her eyes took a moment to readjust to the bright sunlight before taking in her surroundings, piecing together exactly how she had gotten here. Seeing the tall, raven haired woman she gave her a knowing nod, realizing she was probably the one who had helped her up, "thanks" she said plainly as she made her way past the woman, her legs a bit stiff and awkward to walk on at first, like a baby deer taking it's first steps. She made her way over to the spot where her first "encounter" had occurred, and quickly scooped up her skirt and slid it back on, once more leaving her fully clothed as the American woman hadn't even bothered to take her top off. She then grabbed her bag, and did a quick check over to make sure none of her other supplies had spilled out or been stolen after Valentine went rummaging around to find something to drug her with, and just for extra measure she kicked the little cum basin the woman had built up around her, sending seed and sand flying a few feet across the beach, "Honey bee my ass...more like a fucking hornet..." she grumbled to herself, not seeming to pay April any more mind other than the initial thanks she had given. It became immediately clear that Kurat hadn't recognized the significance of the woman's presence.