<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mlYqNfF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 July, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured, and nude 4" heels (https://finestvibes.com/image/cache/catalog/trixy-nude-patent-high-heel-sandals-liliana-leeta-1-nude1-cr-1024x1269.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Johnny (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002284#msg15002284)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johnny (Norse) | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>The food on the plate was distracting. They had professional chefs on staff and the spread was pretty damn good or maybe she was just hungry but the smell of it wafting up off her plate had her sampling everything rapidly even while listening to Johnny lay it out there for her. She smiled down at her plate at his claim of being a romantic. Let's face it, he was smooth as silk but the boisterous attitude, cocky bravado, and slick salesmen style wasn't doing the romantic theme any justice. If he meant it, she wasn't buying it. But who has time to respond to that line when this food smells so damn good... plus trying to talk with your mouthful was just plain rude isn't it.<br/><br/>Elsa smiled up at him, wiping a bit of something delicious off her chin as she laughed at herself. Her tongue licked up the spicy sauce from the corners of her lips before she choose to respond. Johnny was taking this as a chance to dig into his cuisine as well. Cleansing her palate with a drink she watched him eat for a moment. He didn't seem quite as ravenous as she was and took his food in what appeared to be a more normal fashion. She wondered what he'd be like at a southern US style barbecue or out to dinner at a posh Michelin Star joint. Johnny took the next moment to turn the questions back onto her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm looking for lots of things while I'm here,"</strong>Elsa said, her smile definitely on the cheeky side.<strong>"Like, I of course feel it would be great if I could find someone to crack on with. Lots of fine looking people here so I'm sure that at least one person either now or in the future that comes in will hopefully want to crack on with me too. I don't see myself winning any prize money though. A lot of people will come through the doors over the next several weeks. Only two will win the prize but if it's money you want, the real coin is in lasting the whole time and being the one that can be in the middle of all the drama and still come out smelling like a rose. You can parlay that into some media attention and push it for a career if the aim is that. But given my situation, I don't see any of the money or fame, or whatever coming my way. Not really my thing anyways. So having a good time and getting on with someone is probably where my attentions will be. Hope I get to enjoy the experience for as long as possible, you know?"</strong>Her drink stole her attentions for a moment before she continued.<strong>"How's that for a response? These are early days, yeah? Lots to know about people. Haven't even got to see a lot of you in your tight swim trunks yet. How's a girl to make a proper judgement until she sees the goods."</strong>Elsa laughed while blushing and did her best to hide it by stuffing her face with more of the meal.<br/><br/>Wondering if she had accidentally started a far to intense conversation she glanced around at the others. Than casually without cracking a smile dipped her fingers in the guacamole on her plate, turned to look at something interesting in the crowd, and tried to smear it across Johnny's cheek without making her intent obvious. The design of which, if allowed to happen or otherwise not stopped in time, would resemble a number one or perhaps the start of some warpaint. If she was able to get two fingers across his cheek, one could say it would resemble a pair of green skis and that she was marking her Swedish territory on the canvas of his chiseled jaw.