Ahhh, such a warm, wonderful day, the sunbeams piercing through the glass panes, warming her skin in a smooth gentle caress until it glistened with dewey droplets of sweat... Lazing about a loungechair laid the familiar figure of a certain sculptress, a somewhat recognizeable face in this elegant country, and yet, even for those who knew her not she never failed at drawing attention to herself.
"Mmm~... Cooping up at the hotel every once in a while isn't bad at all~...", mused the tall woman with raven hair, turning herself face up, running her fingertips under the edges of her stylish pink and violet bikini, adjusting the cups of her bra until her generous, heaving chest rippled oh-so-softly. Befitting her status as an on and off Sorcerer's Magazine model, Alisa had picked a fashionable swimsuit befitting of her status and penchant for style, adorning her sporty, voluptuous figure masterfully enough that few - men and women alike - could resist turning their heads for long. She felt quite a hint of delight at these reactions, despite look so thoroughly absorbed in her reading, "Still, to think they'd have a mage doing all this every day in the week... That's some impressive stamina."
In the end, no way an introspective, attentive woman could avoid remembering how the calendar yet stood far too early in the year for weather this pleasant. In the middle of winter, not even Fiore with its Southern climate could provide such welcoming, Summery weather as such, if not for the aid of a rather skilled, and beautiful blonde mage in the resort's pool lounge. Standing high upon her perch, clad in a red lifeguard's swimsuit, she looked to be in charge of turning the seemingly pleasant, mild sunbeams of this mild winter morning into a proper Summer morning:
"Efforts like hers... We'd be oh so wasteful not to make the most of them...", she mubled, sighing blissfully and smiling as she ran her forearm over her face, rubbing off any excess sweat with a blissful sigh. Feeling a tingling heat on her sun kissed skin, she keenly rememembered how this artifically boosted sunlight was every bit as strong as the real thing, and perfectly capable of scorching her pale, alabaster skin, lest she take care to protect it. Sitting up on her chair, Alisa put asider her rather enrapturing reading - an Epic poem from the lands of Stella - and instead fetched her bottle of sunblock oil from her bag, squeezing a thick drollop of cream unto her palm and beginning the eye catching task of spreading the lotion up and down her long, shapely legs, humming as her fingertips gently worked whatever stiffness lingering in her toned musculature, working her way up her supplie, taking her sweet time working up her supple, sinuous form, keeping an eye out for that ever enticing swimming pool, "About time for a dip in the pool too, before it crowds a little too much~..."