Time to explore

You change out of the expensive suit you had donned for Jonathan Dryer's party. You slide on an expensive bathing suit made from some exotic high tech material, an Oxford shirt and slip your feet into some comfy sandals.

You begin your exploration of the resort by walking down to the beach. It is small, surrounded on either side by ancient craggy rocks, beautiful, pristine, and very nearly deserted. The diminutive waves of the Mediterranean, gently licking the white sandy shore. as pasty white as you are you really never have been the tanning type. You head back toward the hotel and spa.

Walking back in you catch details from the lobby you had missed earlier while watching the concierge's remarkable posterior. The floors are Italian marble, the walls a pleasant tan with gold leaf trim.

You head down a corridor to the pool and steam room. The pool is picturesque. It is partially indoors and partially outdoors. There are some craggy rocks to your left, and a sizable waterfall. The floor of the pool is painted a darker shade of blue giving the whole thing the appearance of a mountain lake. Trees around the sides and on the craggy rock complete the look.

You take a seat on a luxurious chaise lounge