Better go back to her room.

Camille adjusts her sarong and wraps her curly red hair under her panama.
Going back to her room is probably better, since the strong wind is really starting to piss her off.
Besides, who would put on her the suncream with Jan gone?

The resort seems dead today. Not even the staff is around.

"It's still 10 am. I wonder if i can find someone that could give me a ride to the city." She mumbles by herself while climbing the stairs.

The door opens with an audible buzz as she inserts her magnetic card in the slot.

She has to admit that she has never been to a place of this level.
The furniture are exquisite, the bed comfortable and all is always clean and tidy.
Their bath is big almost like their whole living room back at home.
The room is always bright with natural daylight, the balcony hangs righ onto the sea, and you can see the sun set on the horizon every day.

Actually the whole resort is nice. The service is flawless, the food delicious and the presonnel friendly and discreet.
Real five stars level.

Camille just can't bring herself to like it.
She sits on the unmade bed, removing her sunglasses and trowing away her hat with sigh.

"Come on Camille, let's see what we can do to cheer up Jan-Pierre."

"You were thinking about lingerie, right? What are your options then?"

"I probably have something that Jan has never seen."

"Like he would notice the difference." She giggles with a mischevious smile in front of mirror, undoing her sarong and throwing it on the bed.

"Or maybe we could go knock at the next room and see if someone can get us a lift. There must be someone else in this damn resort ..." She concludes whiny staring at her figure with her hands on her hips.

"But i don't know anything around here and Jan would kill me if he knew i'm spending my parents emergency money for that ..."