<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YlYXKf1.jpg?1)</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>3 July, 2019 | noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa outdoor beds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Owen(Lustful)<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><div class="floatright">(https://images.immediate.co.uk/production/volatile/sites/3/2017/08/109183.png?quality=90&amp;lb=620,413&amp;background=white)</div>Talking to Owen was having the effect of numbing the earlier sting of being slighted during the competition. It was really nice getting to actually have a conversation with someone else from the villa. Laying here on a bed, outdoors in the moment, enjoying the warm Mallorca sun rays, next to a beautiful pool and just chatting to some random athlete it all had the feel of being at a resort. This is the way it should feel. She popped another small chocolate in her mouth, savoring it a moment before she decided to respond.<br/><br/>Elsa smiled at Owen and said,<strong>"An official jersey would be really amazing. Extra large and I'll turn it into my pajamas."</strong>She laughed a little.<strong>"I bet I could increase my Instagram following by posting a picture in it. At the same time my brothers would just die. I guarantee they'd be on the next flight to New Zealand just to pick up their own jersey's so I didn't one up them..."</strong>She chuckled again.<strong>"We are a slightly competitive family."</strong><br/><br/>Grabbing a small chocolate bar she bit off a piece, chewed it up a little and continued talking once her mouth wasn't so full.<strong>"My brothers play or played almost every sport they could. Sweden is a very active country when it comes to athletics. But I think their favorite sports are football, hockey, and they helped form a sevens rugby team. There's a bit of a sevens league going on around Stolkholm. I haven't lived back home for a couple years but when I was there I think they had six teams playing from around the area. Once a year they hold a little tournament and I think they have a short season leading up to it."</strong>She grinned.<strong>"Can you picture me playing rugby sevens as a teen with a group of boys all around six feet tall. Now you can see why I was going to the gym all the time. Football was most challenging, because they could run so much faster than I could. I ended up playing goal keeper a lot when we played that. My best sport against the boys was always basketball. I'm a far better shot (https://youtu.be/-oFbi_cmSig?t=188) than they are."</strong>Elsa gave him a wink.<strong>"My poppa was the motivator for sports for us all. Whenever we'd travel places he would like to take in the games and to do his business meetings there. So we'd get to go be the the sky boxes. We'd run around, eat and have fun and excitedly watch the games. Then after vacation we'd be back home and out playing the games. Poppa would always tell my brothers take me along with them. There wasn't a lot of girls near where I lived. Mostly older boys. So I played with them. I think it's part of the reason my Poppa sent me off to spend half years at boarding schools and private schools for girls. Cause he didn't want me to be so isolated from girls my age. Plus he always wanted me taking different courses from what he felt were the best teachers in certain subjects. Off topic there."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"What got you into the sport?"</strong>Elsa grinned as she looked Owen up and down than gave his leg a friendly nudge with her foot.<strong>"Other than the fact that you look like your naturally built for sports. Also, why is a professional athlete here in the villa again? There would certainly be no shortage of girls waiting to fill your bed. Must be a story behind that."</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>