<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen) / Colin (TheWizardOfOz)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">In this sort of environment, eyes were often found wandering, whether it was on the beach or in the club, Temptation Island was created for just this sort of thing and it was why Emily chose to stay when she had first visited. The point of visiting, for those in relationships, was as a means of testing the strength of said relationship, while battling the temptation that loomed around every corner. Fighting against powerful demons like lust and desire, fighting instead <em>for</em> commitment and monogamy. Yet people were inherently selfish and greedy, everyone was after instant gratification, and very few people could withstand temptation when it was within arms reach. <br/><br/>Emily found that she enjoyed the game, when it was being enjoyed by those who she chose to tempt. Yet there are times when, unfortunately, things take an unexpected turn, people convince themselves to remain confused by their own feelings, and tell themselves they love someone when really, they are merely lusting after that someone. The Island could be used as a means of testing relationships, but at the end of the day, its purposes were centered around that and nothing more. On the other hand, should a couple feel that their relationship has withstood and continues to withstand the challenges they're thrown, then they could choose to get married there and use the resort as a honeymoon getaway, instead. It wasn't like the locals on the island were rooting for relationships to fail, but they were expected in one way or another to tempt the tourists. <br/><br/>As soon as Emily leaned into Richard again, after having met the eyes of a stranger, she felt his cold return to her advances and words. Yet his arm wound around her, a welcomed form of physical contact. Feeling his hand sliding down her backside, she shivered smally, grinning against his cheek as she angled her head back, finally pulling away enough to look at his face. Silently, meeting his gaze with her own sapphire stare, she stepped around his leg and wedged herself between his thighs, resting her hands on them, while pressing her hips against his waist, subtly. "You like how my ass feels in your hand?" Her voice was a raspy whisper as her hands slowly stroked against the length of his thighs and waist, strolling dangerously close to his crotch. Biting her lip for a moment, she released it only to faintly sigh, and offer a few more words in that same tone. "If you're planning to leave me hot and bothered like earlier, then maybe you should stop. I'm not sure I can handle another refusal to get laid." <br/></div>