[Working all day? Hardly, but Dolores is enjoying the last of the day's sunlight sitting by the pool, clad only in a swimsuit with a sheer sarong tied around her waist. She had been reading a book until the heat had got the best of her, and it lies open on the low table beside the sun lounger she's reclining on.
She's relaxed enough that she isn't even keeping up the pretence of breathing, what air she does draw in light and erratic and just enough that she can hum a few bars of a tune that's stuck in her head (which, to anyone with a good ear, would quickly reveal itself to be Livin' on a Prayer). Her fingers tap gently against the arm of the sun lounger.
Anyone approaching, unless they're incredibly quiet, would find her turning to give them a cheerful smile and a small wave.]
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She's relaxed enough that she isn't even keeping up the pretence of breathing, what air she does draw in light and erratic and just enough that she can hum a few bars of a tune that's stuck in her head (which, to anyone with a good ear, would quickly reveal itself to be Livin' on a Prayer). Her fingers tap gently against the arm of the sun lounger.
Anyone approaching, unless they're incredibly quiet, would find her turning to give them a cheerful smile and a small wave.]