A quick shower first.

She snorts and sulks to the bathroom, cursing herself for not being able to not give a damn and go down at the beach like this.

The cold water sends chills down her spine, shaking her out of her sluggishness.
Maybe it was a good idea after all.
She exits the box, grabs a clean, fuggy towel from the cabinet next to the sink and heads back to her room.

In her luggage, she finds the the little bag containing all her swimsutis.
She took them all in the hurry to leave.

Without any esitation, she grabs the skimpiest.
A black two pieces consisting of halter top and and a thong with laces both on the hips and behind the neck.
She bought it two years ago, during a post graduation vacation in Ibiza with her girlfriends, but she never had the courage to wear it.

But here, with no one around it seems just perfect with all those easily untiable laces.
Vanessa puts it on, and after a last look in the mirror puts on her flip flops and heads downstairs.

"No tanlines this summer ..." She chirps just before an unexpected sound catches her attention.