<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/AM_Bra.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Rosalie Martin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Red skirt</del>,<del>sandals</del>,<del>striped v-neck</del>, Large Navy blazer, white lace bra, white lace panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jules and Chloe mostly, Jonathon, Donavon<br/><hr/><br/>Rose let out a laugh at the small washcloth that Chloe held up.<strong> “Could you imagine? He’d just have to walk around carrying it front of himself the whole night!” </strong>Not that Jules was naked<em>quite</em>yet, but Rose enjoyed the image anyway. The large, sculpted, bodyguard hiding his package with the small piece of cloth.<br/><br/>As she and Chloe placed the towels down, Rose caught the glance towards Jonathan. She smirked a little, watching Emma climb over the dancer, clinging to him. Rose was about to make some sort of comment when Chloe asked Donavon her question about the next round. The next challenge was certainly an escalation. Rose glanced over the assembled party folk, wondering if the promise of time alone in a room would encourage some of the pool party to pull themselves out of the water, or if they would stick to soaking in the chilly water. Rose had considered jumping in, but the cold chill of wet underwear clinging to her body was not super compelling. Plus, she was uncertain exactly how the white would interact with the water. Being naked was sort of the long term point, but Rose wasn’t sure she was ready to be there quite yet. Now that they were going for two articles of clothing a round though, it didn’t seem like anyone would be clothed for too much longer.<br/><br/>The challenge was an interesting one - and very<em>very</em>Donavon. Rose gave the basketball player a small smirk. How weird that their life paths had diverged and then brought them back together<em>here</em>of all places. The world was so small.<br/><br/>As was becoming her habit, Rose answered Jonathan’s question without really knowing what Donavon intended. Whatever, she had no problem with being corrected if she was wrong.<br/><br/><strong> “I don’t think the losers get to choose. So if you win and Chloe and I lose you could send us to the same room together. Though I guess if there was <em>really</em> something a loser wanted they could try to sweeten the pot.” </strong>Rose looks to Chloe.<strong> “Sounds like the winner gets sort of a bust deal. Imagine Jonathan just sitting out here lonely after sending you and me off together somewhere?” </strong>She was mostly teasing Jonathan, though turning to look at Chloe again, Rose was reminded, again,  why the blond was a model. She looked up into Chloe’s stunning blue eyes, giving her a little playful smirk, then turned, looking for Jules.<strong> “Barkeep? Towels for drinks? Drinks first?” </strong>