<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open</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 align="center">After finishing her bite of food, Emily headed to the Forbidden Fruit, entering through the back door which was designated for employees only. Once inside, the door opening to a long hallway, she went to the left, where the locker rooms were kept. Approaching her own, the blond stripped out of her bikini and grabbed a towel, circling around to the showers, being sure to get the scent of Richard off of her. Not that she minded the smell of his arousal, but naturally, some clientele may have a different opinion. As the others began to filter in, Emily finished soaking herself in suds, and rinsed off. <br/><br/>Wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out of the stand-alone shower stall, she slid into her pair of flip flops and joined the others at the wardrobe rack, in front of the vanities. Making small talk with the other dancers always felt like a waste of time to Emily; at the end of the day, they were all competing with one another and acting chummy or pretending to be friendly would just add confusion and unnecessarily hurt feelings into the mixture. Honestly, Emily did this because she enjoyed it, and most of these girls on this particular Island were in the same sort of situation. It wasn't like in the movies, where women were forced to dance because there were no other options, no other means of earning enough money to provide food for their children. No, not at Temptation Island. Here, the worst they would receive were angry wives wising to pay a visit to a certain dancer. Yet they were always stopped at the door. <br/><br/>After all of the girls were dressed and ready, they checked in with the Boss to find out what tasks they needed to perform before the doors would be opened for the night. Emily was on vacuuming duty, and finished just a few minutes before opening time. Tucking the vacuum cleaner into a supply closet, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror at the back of the door, her long blond locks tucked behind her ears, almost glittering in the strobe light, her soft blue hues like sapphire gems. She did a small spin and gave herself a smirk, capturing the sight of her supple curves being hugged by the corset and matching skirt, fishnet stockings, and pumps. Her top had lace hems, black on the edges, yet the rest of it was a hot pink, while the skirt was black, and far too short, showing a glimpse of her black thong, buried beneath the black fishnet stockings. Stepping from the mirror and onto one of the dance stages upstairs, Emily looked down at the crowd pouring in, grinning already as she prepared herself to use the pole, twirling slowly around it with her black pumps, as if gliding on air. <br/></div>