Originally Posted by Paltala
Christina smirked as the man drew away. She felt the eyes over her body but she didn't mind. She'd had worse in her lifetime as she found herself content with her book, Martini in hand, the sun beating down on her body.
Finally, after some time spent inconspicuously peeking over at the girl while flitting about the beach to help some of the other patrons, he returned. It was very obvious that he was trying far too hard. He expected her to be bothered by him, though he couldn't be sure. Instead, he merely asked "Can I interest you in a room, ma'am?"
Originally Posted by Dark Reiora
Rei rolled over lazily, looking up towards the little yordle. She had never actually... checked into the hotel... but from what she could gather, they assumed she had.
...well, whatever, she thought. Maybe they knew and were just being courteous.
"I'll...... take something alcoholic. Anything smooth, I'll let decide on what." She rubbed her forehead, wondering what was bothering her so much. Looking around, the beach was nice and active, but the only other person anywhere close to Reiora was a cheeky girl flirting with the help.
She wondered again what she was trying to accomplish by teleporting here, while wondering if the assistant needed anything else.
"As you wish, madam." The Yordle bowed deeply, his nose almost touching the sand, before darting off to fetch the drink she had requested. He was quick, returning with a simple, if effective, vodka lemonade, presenting it to her with both paws.
"Is there anything else I can get you, Miss...?" He asked, clearly aware that she hadn't checked in, yet fully aware that use of the beach was not exclusive to hotel patrons. More than anything, she seemed distraught. "Strictly unacceptable for a patron to be unhappy. Do anything in your power to change that, this is a place of enjoyment"
Or so Mr. Beyolve had stressed to his employees.