<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.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>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>...<em>"You take your time and breathe alright?" </em>Is what Mark said to her. Elsa obeyed. She breathed and her shoulders relaxed a bit more, the tension coming out. She liked that he was standing next to her, it felt more casual, a bit like going to the bar and just having a random stranger walk up to her and start flirting. Less pressure.<br/><br/><em>"The suit was way too much...."</em>Mark explained what happened and Elsa responded with smiles and a little chuckle as she surreptitiously continued to get his vest undone and tie loosened.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me,"</strong>Elsa said as she got him to turn around so she could remove his vest entirely. Using her hand to smooth out the wrinkles, Mark's muscles felt like steel cords under the expensive white shirt. Her chuckles continued off and on as he talked. He thought she was playing the game, that amused her a little but it was still worrying.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm not here to play games with your feelings. I'm really not here to play any sort of games other than the challenges they give to us. Which I do plan on winning, I'm a competitive sort."</strong>She was grinning at that.<strong> "The whole point of me being in the villa was to meet someone. Not sure if it will go anywhere other than friends when it's all over but I can dream about more, right?"</strong>Not realizing she was doing it, her hand had drawn back down along his forearm and over his hand. She didn't exactly hold his hand but her slender small fingers did dance across his before she withdrew them to rest on her lap.<br/><br/><strong>"I can assure you that I fancy you because I feel a definite attraction. Your accent is killer by the way. Not sure where you're from but it's very cute. I'm thinking American but you totally dress like European aristocracy so you're maybe British or French born but raised in Canada? I'm rambling because I don't even know how to respond to what you said."</strong>Giving it pause to think she began to try to respond to his concerns.<strong>"The boy I was originally paired up with gave me that vibe of like a high street banker, I think he was super obsessed with winning and money. I picked him because of the suit and he had a killer smile, plus he was outgoing and I'm not nearly as outgoing as you might think. He seemed like an easy guy to get to know. He actually wasn't my first pick. Seemed like a fun and easy pick is all. I mean, who knows anyone on first sight alone. We didn't even get to see intro videos. It's to bad you didn't get to watch the first night's episode. I was talking to him and questioning him about his intentions. Basically I was doing what you're doing right now. I know there's a technique from some psych course that I took or in something that I read where you can ask a series of questions and determine if the person is lying or not. But I can't remember it and it's killing me. Otherwise I'd probably be putting the iron to you."</strong>She laughed again.<strong>"So what do you want out of your experience in the Villa? And what's that about being into fitness? I could go on forever about fitness stuff. I pretty much live in the gym."</strong><br/><br/>