She strutted down the boardwalk of the resort. The beachfront was filled with a variety of storefronts. Her eyes were filled with a multitude of different designer stores, makeup parlors, and beauticians. Not that she cared for what was inside each store though, she just liked the designs of the places. Just for one example she looked upon a slick neon sign that had the words 'Lisa's Designs' on it, something about it resonated with her more than any city shop.
"Or maybe I'm just a giant hypocrite? Oooh, you like obscure stores you can only find on a resort. Lucky you.” She mused to herself. Misty then grimaced, she tugged at her bottom. It was getting tight again. Thankfully, there weren't any kids around. Strangely though, she noticed that the resort’s staff ran around the boardwalk like chickens with their heads cut off.They seemed a little off, some even exhausted. The Chinese woman watched while a group of them brought out a stretcher and headed into an alleyway.They did not come back nor was there any signs of anybody coming to assist them. Odd.
Equally odd was the small group heading towards the smoothie place she was just at. She stopped to watch while the group marched forwards. Misty didn't hear anything happen back there. Then something, or someone more accurately, bumped into her.
"Pardon us, excuse us." A mousy looking woman said to Misty. Following this woman were two others, their arms filled with containers. They rushed towards the larger group, worry clear on their faces. The Chinese woman heard the woman speak back to anyone who could listen.
"Excuse us. But if anyone has drunk from this specific Drink Shack, seek medical assistance immediately. Do not worry, it's just a case of spoiled liquids." She hurriedly stated. “Also, please be wary of the curfew coming up. I believe that was in the email you all received yesterday.”
Misty's face pale slightly at the first part of the woman’s warning.
"Ugh. That just ruined my stomach. Shit, I drank from there." She pointed over to where the retreating security guards, and the trio of...she was going to say doctors. "I hope I'm okay. No, no. Misty, you're a professional trainer; even small hazards to your health need to be looked at."
She walked forward towards the island's hospital. While she walked her hand grabbed a hold of her bikini bottom. It wasn't too risqué, she generally liked her bottom having a bit of coverage over both cheeks. But she felt like her butt was escaping the confines of her clothes. A sensation she quite disliked.
"I bought you because I didn't want this." She muttered. She headed down the stairs of the boardwalk, one of many that allowed people onto the beach, and headed underneath into the pillars that held the place up. There she fumbled at her bottom's knots to allow herself more room. She sighed in relief when she found the right knot, Misty then readjusted everything.
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