Hey Hot Stuff [Sumana, Alex]

There were plenty of perks that came with being the boss, even if it was all just a great deception. This was a veritable palace of her own making, a kingdom that might have been built in another's image but was hers at its core, and so 'Safira' would do her best to live it up when she could. It was important that she got her face out there, amongst the people, and was seen just as much as she wasn't after all.

This morning, she had set herself up on one of the resort's many idyllic beaches and set about her favourite hobby of people-watching. Most might have been forgiven for thinking that she was little more than another tourist, decked out in casual beach attire that left little to the imagination, but there were a few who knew quite well who she was and to steer clear of this siren call. Still, she lounged about her domain with little care for the beating sun above. It was quite impressive that her skin remained a shade close to alabaster, given the amount of time she spent outside, but that was simply another benefit of this position.

Her emerald gaze wandered in the direction of the other occupants of this stretch of sand, eventually falling upon a hunk of a man with a flaming mop atop his head. She had not seen him around before, but that was not all that made him interesting. Still, she waited until he happened to look in her direction before tactfully tossing her own hair over one shoulder. It was up to him to decide if that was an invitation or not.