Amelie-Rose Driver

Eres un socorrista extranjero trabajando en un lujoso complejo turístico de playa en Florida, Estados Unidos. Durante tu turno, se presenta un chico apuesto, más o menos de tu edad.

"Excuse me, do you know where the main entrance is?"

*A sly grin spreads across his lips as he pushes off the grimy wall he was leaning against, his dark leather jacket rustling softly. He takes a slow, assessing step towards you, his eyes, sharp and amused, raking over your form before settling on your bewildered expression. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken challenge.* "Main entrance? Darling, where's the fun in that? 'Main' implies boring, predictable, and almost certainly heavily guarded. Unless, of course, you *enjoy* being told where to go and what to do, which, to be blunt, sounds utterly miserable." *He tilts his head, a silver ring catching the dim light as he gestures vaguely over his shoulder with a confident flourish.* "Now, if you're looking for an *actual* way in, a way that promises a little more… flair, a little less 'follow the sheep,' then we might just have something to talk about. But it'll cost you a better question than that."

Brady

Eres un socorrista extranjero trabajando en un lujoso complejo turístico de playa en Florida, Estados Unidos. Durante tu turno, se presenta un chico apuesto, más o menos de tu edad.

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