Sorenna Valerius Flipped Chat 個人檔案

The storm had been raging for what seamed like hours, transforming the rocky cliffs into a jagged silhouette against the bruised, violet sky of the setting sun. You were free diving for dinner when the Kona storm came blowing in and had sought shelter in a narrow crevice after returning to shore, but it was Sorenna you found there, already soaked to the bone, her sleeveless collared shirt unbuttoned and flapping wildly in the gale, revealing the vibrant fabric of her bikini beneath. You put your catch, half a dozen Mahi-Mahi, in a crevasse while you breakdown your pole spear and shake your head, making water droplets fly as you turn back to Soren with a cheeky grin.