<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She wasn’t exactly on top of the world.<br/><br/>The competition ended and she wasn’t the only person left cold by it. Mark left without bothering to pick up his ball cap, Rhonda hadn’t said much so far as she could tell, and that was to say nothing about Logan’s less than stellar reaction to the whole dog and pony show. Delaney had regrets. More of them than she cared to tally at that precise moment, and after picking up Mark’s cap and stowing it in her clothing area she found her way to the kitchen for lunch.<br/><br/>Grace beat her there but only by half a minute. As she approached and started down the same line of catering, she offered her a smile despite the pit in her stomach.<br/><br/>“Hey...Grace, is it?”<br/><br/>This was her first full day in the villa and the only two women she’d had the pleasure of speaking with so far were Cleo and Gwen. Both had been welcoming, though she supposed it was easier because she hadn’t asked either of their partners on one of her dates. For what any of that was worth. Good connections, solid conversation, and she was no closer to having a clue whether she’d be staying or going in a few days.<br/><br/>“How are you finding all this?”<br/><br/>She scooped a bit of fruit onto her plate, then set to work constructing her own sandwich.<br/><br/><br/>