Damp.

The weather, being the fickle mistress that she is, has confined you and ****-Sook to your hotel apartment, staring out at the dark clouds and white curtains of water as they baste the island in a torrential downpour. You had scheduled to be in and out before the rains came, but apparently it had a different idea. "Well this sucks," you sigh, dropping your head, watching the winds blow the rain almost horizontal.

"Yes, yes it does," ****-Sook says, handing you a cup of coffee before sipping her own. "But I'm just glad it started after we landed. No way the pilot could have landed in this soup."

You take the cup graciously and sip at it before looking morosely at the window. When you asked the concierge how long they expected this rain to last, they said that their best guess was that the worst of it might be done by morning, but to expect a light drizzle and occasional showers throughout the days. Looking over at ****-Sook, you can see that she's just as miserable as you, if not more. Craning your head over slightly, you can make out, on the top of her luggage, the bikini that she'd picked out to wear first.

What also catches your eye, is the hotel brochure on the table. You leaf through it and see that they do offer a small selection of in-house services, like a gym, in-door pool, sauna, spa, and recreation area. Not wanting to let your first day be a total downer, you ring up reception and ask them for a private booking for a couple of hours.