Askaree Bint Bahar

Askaree had been told more than a generous handful of times during her childhood and adolescence that she was "up to no good"; in fact, it was a regular phrase upon the curled tongue of the man who had raised her. Mostly, though, he had uttered the platitude as companion to a hearty chortle which had very likely contributed to the growing number of occurances of this supposed "no goodness" throughout the years. And, as a simplistic homeage to the notion that old habits die hard (or, in her case, not at all), the spirited Egyptian had built her life upon this particular foundation and had long since embraced a life where she was hardly ever not involved in something untoward or decidedly indecent. This particular chilled eve serving as a delightful example that, as so oft before, Askaree was up to no good.

She sauntered down the expertly-manicured lane of the Northside business district with such purpose that it might have been presumed that she actually belonged there despite her decidedly insidious nature. Though it was quite doubtful indeed that any individual with passing intellect would have called into question her business here lest they find themselves introduced to the far more animalist portion of her eclectic self. And so she traversed the many blocks of well-lit concrete utopia in relative peace despite the wandering eye or four that caressed her slender frame in passing until she came upon the towering skyscraper she sought from the plethora that existed here. Askaree pauses for but a moment beneath the celestial glow of the Ritz-Carlton signage that glimmers as some gaudy beacon to the worlds WASPs before rounding the pristine structure and disappearing into one of its shaded alleyways. Rebellious she may have been, but intelligent was she also and Askaree was fully aware that only a fool would trudge into a hotel where they certainly had no defendable business.

It was, however, just as easy for the young vagabond to weasel her way into the private corridors of the magnanimous hotel: a few telekinetically thrown bolts and diverted surveillance drones later found the young woman upon the precipice of the heated indoor pool that was, according to the dullards at the local paper, a crown gem of the Ritz-Carlton franchise. The thought of it had tugged incessantly at the cords of Askaree's attention for nearly a fortnight, for it was growing exponentially more difficult to ignore her skin's thirst for the lover's caress proffered by the water. It had grown far too cool for the young woman to indulge in the regular skinny dipping that she generally partook in the comfort of her own "backyard", and so she had been forced to pursue other avenues for these chilled months.

And so here she was, dropping her garments as quickly as a poor whore until she was swathed in naught but a plain black bikini drapped just so over delicious carmel curves. Askaree glides into the water in a manner that is practiced, effortless and beautiful in its simplicity, her mane of chocolate locks flowing in her wake as some darkly alluring veil.