Malthus Island Cruise...Gone Wrong! » Places

         Felicity frowned at the chip in her polka-dotted nails as she brought them up, slightly curving the luminous ivory appendages. A small sigh of impatience escapes the slender girl at the gape in the just-yesterday painted nails and she slumps back into the black leather limousine seat, stretching out her exposed legs. Her outfit, a little number that showed off her flat stomach and well-toned body, was perfect for the prospect of a cruise and easy to slip off if she wanted to swim. Hey, she's an Olympic-trainee after all!

Felicity slipped off into deep thought, thinking about how much more her undivided attention for the training would be and how long it would last, before being pulled out of the trance abruptly. The limousine had pulled to a smooth stop, and inhaling deeply, the petite girl could smell the salty air. Wasting no time for her butler, Felicity opens the door, blinking rapidly at the bright sunlight that was assaulting her hazel eyes.