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There are four bowls arranged on the floor of the living area of the hut. Each contain gloop in varying earthen shades but for the last, which smells slightly better than the other three and is black.
"Charcoal!" Brooke chirps happily, poking at her concoction with a stick. She dances between it and the other three, poking each in turn, and when she's done, straightens up to plant her hands on her bare hips in satisfaction.
The bikini she's wearing is awfully small, but once she has the body paint she's made all over her, she'll look fully clothed. She has her sketched design, she has paint and a brush, now all she needs is to get it on her.
"Hmm..."
Brooke turns, noting Priestly and Yorick on the bed for the first time. Curiously, they're both wearing the expressions of rapt attention most men reserve for televised sporting events. Brooke would ask them when they appeared there, but they're so handy that she just doesn't care.
"Boys!" she says, clapping her hands. "Project!"
"Charcoal!" Brooke chirps happily, poking at her concoction with a stick. She dances between it and the other three, poking each in turn, and when she's done, straightens up to plant her hands on her bare hips in satisfaction.
The bikini she's wearing is awfully small, but once she has the body paint she's made all over her, she'll look fully clothed. She has her sketched design, she has paint and a brush, now all she needs is to get it on her.
"Hmm..."
Brooke turns, noting Priestly and Yorick on the bed for the first time. Curiously, they're both wearing the expressions of rapt attention most men reserve for televised sporting events. Brooke would ask them when they appeared there, but they're so handy that she just doesn't care.
"Boys!" she says, clapping her hands. "Project!"