<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Valentinebichmug.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valentine Bich<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Docks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>May, Kurat, Sakurako, Chris, open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>None<br/><br/>An already firm body with an already rich tan stepped off the ship with hands thrust out to the sky, bracelets clacking. "Hello hello Eden!" Wind in her beach blonde hair threatened to sweep the white yacht cap from her head, but she pressed it down in a big American flourish, intent on keeping it. It had been a part of a ship staff uniform, the adorable black and white thigh-length uniforms for hospitality agents, and now someone her size was missing the hat. The hat, and a matching white jacket. Tropical sun gleamed off piercings and jewelry and bared skin prepped to sustain this perfect tan. This was not her first island vacation.<br/><br/>A cluster of shellshocked visitors- first timers?- dawdled in her path talking about room numbers. Valentine could not have cared less about her assigned room or any suggested structure in a place like this. She gripped handfuls of May and Kurat as she pressed in. "What's up girl, don't go taking a nap, this is paradise, let's tear-it-up." Squeeeeze, then release. She needed her hands to peel back bracelets and ping her contact information from F-Bit to each woman around her. Sakurako, Chris, Kurat, May, she cast a wide net.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><em>Valentine Bich but pronounced like "be{More}<br/>Single / Caucasian / Futa / 20 / Adult Entertainment<br/>{ Ons } / { Offs }<br/>{ About Me }<br/>{ Accept? } / { Decline? } </em></span><br/><br/>"Here's my challenge. I thought about this on the way here, right? With these we don't even need to touch base. I'm not going to set foot in my cottage what-so-ever. I'm doing this au naturel, surrounded by gorgeous scenery, in the company of like-minded hedonists. Who wants to go wild with me?"