<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, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>none<br/><br/>"time for landing!" a voice came along with a knock at the door of Kurat's cabin. With a small grunt the lithe woman rolled out of her cot and began stretching out languidly. While the trip over had been fairly uneventful, the actual "festival" promised to be anything but. With a smirk she once more stared down at the contract all of the "normal" women were made to sign. It was a general consent form, which basically meant any futa on the island would have free reign to make use of you as they pleased. So while the futas all got to pick their favorites of the bunch, they were meant to be open to all comers. She didn't mind it though, after all she doubted she'd really encounter anyone she'd take issue with having sex with. With a small sigh she signed her name on the dotted line, and a moment later her door swung open, a suspicious amount of smoke pouring out as she stepped out into the fresh air and passed the attendant her papers.<br/><br/>It was time to see what the big futanalia event was all about, and yes, it had been just that, simple curiosity, that had brought her here, nothing more nothing less. She stepped down from the boat, Mr. Boombastic (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tvy8-8q6U8) audible from the headphones hanging around her neck, both fitting for the island theme and hearkening back to a different time. While the island itself didn't really wow her (she was from Jamaica so it wasn't much different from her home after all), the assembly of beautiful ladies sure did. It was times like these were she wished she had decided to get Fu-Gene therapy herself, so many delicious looking ladies along with the futas. One girl in particular looked especially appetizing, a silver haired beauty with a figure her bikini was putting up a herculean effort to contain. "Beautiful isn't it?" she said, walking up beside the girl and casually draping an arm over her shoulder, "Nothing but natural allure and gorgeous views as far as the eye can see..."  she said, bringing her portable hookah pipe to her lips and taking a smooth drag from it, "...of course the island isn't too bad either..." she cooed, sliding her hand down to give the girl a playful tap on the behind.