In such Disbelief, I thought I was Asleep [Priscilla, Samantha]

Brazil.
There was a number of requests that had revolved around the place. Many that she'd entertained, and others that she'd not been able to fufill, it took a lot for her to change areas, usually preferring to move about and take local jobs. But well, Most inquiries about this place in particular didn't come internally. But even so, Samantha found herself there all the same.

A resort out in a place that ...frankly, had ONCE been brazil. To call it as such nowadays would be perhaps being a bit too generous. Having flown in, she'd taken a moment to secure herself a room, and had made her way out to the beach in general. She'd spent the last few hours simply walking around, 'taking in the view' as it were. She wasn't in any rush. There was no urgency or tension in her as she looked across the nearby beach.

Working as long as she had, she knew better than to try and rush.

Patience would get her exactly what she was looking for. In the meantime, she was just another tourist, enjoying a vacation.

It didn't take long for Samantha to sense something...interesting. It was something she'd noticed from afar from before, but now the sensation was much more close.

An Arrancar's spiritual pressure.

She glanced in the direction of that particular flavor of spiritual pressure and paused as she let her eyes rove the beachgoers until at long last she noticed them off to the side. Not that there were many others around, just a few errant individuals. Just a few people sunbathing off to the side a fair distance away, but otherwise the shore was quiet. From a distance she could see them, and her curiosity promptly took over. She made her way over, making note of the somewhat dull, almost melancholic air about them.

"Hey there, sorry if I'm bothering you. I just wanted to say your outfit looked cute. Did you get it from one of the shops here?" She ventured as she approached the woman, a nice friendly greeting from a slight distance. The last thing she wanted to do was startle the arrancar and get blasted in the face. Common sense told her that an arrancar wouldn't be so volatile if they were the type to just hang around the public, but she didn't care to presume when it came to her life. Never hurt to be careful.

Samantha blinked for a moment as the Arrancar well... took a lot better to the compliment than she quite expected. As Priscilla's arms promptly were slung about her shoulders and the much taller woman all but smothered her for a brief moment as they expressed their thanks. Samantha turned her head ever so slightly and gently cricked her neck, smirking just a little as she resisted the urge to chuckle at how energetic they were. They seemed harmless enough, and her reikaku noted nothing but a gentle hum of a soul in their chest.

"Is that so? I actually make my own clothes as well, I could honestly tell. There's a certain kind of personality you don't usually see in the stuff people wear out and about. Glad my instincts were on point." She hummed, fixing her outfit for a moment before offering a polite little nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Cilla. The name's Samantha, Samantha Robin. You here on vacation?"' she ventured with a tilt of her head, promptly gesturing toward the shoreline.

Sam smirked just a little and chuckled as Priscilla promptly started inspecting every inch of her outfit. A pause as she gently held up a finger. "I'm glad. It's pretty nifty too actually. Just a bit of space hon, don't want you getting caught up in it." She instructed as she took a few steps back. Distancing herself a bit as she then glanced down and let a hand rest over her chest. She was dressed pretty casually. A set of khaki shortsand a nice floral button up over a tanktop. Very much a relaxed outfit.

But with just a flicker of her spiritual energy, she allowed her powers to kick in and that outfit twisted around her frame, shifting as the fabric was rearranged about her frame. Until at long last, her outfit had been transformed into something else entirely. It was a swimsuit, now with a cut out frame over her top and shoulders. The top itself was laced at the center, something like a tube top, and her bikini bottoms while a bit more typical, were covered by a tied skirt around her waist.

Proper beachwear. It was a nice little trick to show off, surely the Arrancar would probably find it pretty neat. All the same, she perked up when they gave an explanation. No home hm? Made sense that she'd settle around a place like this for a bit. Arrancar did seem to be predominantly nomadic. "Nothing wrong with that." She hummed, though at that question she raised her brows.

"Sure hon. No reason to not make friends, especially with someone so friendly."

Samantha canted her head a bit to the side and chuckled softly as the woman emulated her... transformation with one of her own. It was quite amicable to say the least. It was actually rather strange to see an arrancar behave as such. "That's a pretty nice trick. It looks pretty nice." She noted with a hand on her hip, her head tilting a bit to the side when Priscilla promptly turned things toward her.

What they would do now?

"/i honestly didn't have any plans. What sort of things do you enjoy doing?" She ventured. That tired sime of hers relaxed as she decided to just go with the flow for the time being. She was frankly just happy for the distraction from her thoughts. So no reason not to let the girl have the reigns. Though she did wonder if the girl was alright. She had clocked that expression on the girl's face when she pulled back, and so Sam was keeping a bit of a close eye on the girl, curious if perhaps something was wrong with the gal. Certainly not everyone whos hoed up here was just looking to rest and relax. Escapeism was just as common.