Alana rolls her eyes at Victor and sticks her tongue out playfully. She follows Misha over, setting her towel onto a nearby chair before dipping her own foot in. Satisfied by the heat of the water, she maneuvered her way to a deeper part before attempting a swan dive into the pool. It wasnt as elegant as a professional divers, but it was pretty impressive as she sank beneath the surface, resurfacing a moment later as she brushes her now soaked hair back and off her forehead, almost like she had slicked it back with hair gel. "This... Is fantastic."

Victor took a quick shower to clean the sweat off of his body before slipping into a pair of Versace swimming trunks and enters the pool. "Excellent idea, going for a late night swim, Alana. And you all look lovely, as always."

Even soaking wet, Alana was gorgeous. It just wasn't fair. "I agree. Even in weenter, hot pool..cannot theenk of anything better." Misha dunked under, and stayed under, taking a minute to swim a few laps and get a little exercise in. She'd come up for air every so often, and did a few more laps before poking her head out and looking around, enjoying the amazing few. Like Alana, her hair now was soaked, and slicked back against her head. She raised her arms up to get a good stretch, and did a few more laps.

Alana would enjoy the view for a moment, allowing the water to massage her sore muscles before following Misha's lead, opting to do laps back and forth rather than around the pool, although she definantly couldnt keep up with Misha's pace of excersizing. She had to admit, she was a bit jealous of Misha's endurance and fit form. While Alana knew she was attractively skinny, she wasnt nearly as fit as Misha. Alana eventually had to stop and rest, watching Misha do laps around the pool as she herself let herself float weightlessly on the surface. Once Misha stopped, she would speak calmly, not moving from her floating state. "I really need to work out more. Perhaps you could assist in that Misha? Eventually. You're a personal trainer yeah?"

Alessandra had surveyed the hotel room (something she normally does any place she enters truthfully) and when it passes her criteria she readies herself for a quick dip in the jacuzzi, just off the side of the pool. She quickly slides on her one piece swimsuit, and slips into the bubbling warm water, sinking in deeper till the water reached about her neck. She sits back, releaxes, and watches the two other splash about in the pool.

Misha's eyes went wide for a moment, excited at any opportunity to talk about working out, or giving advice. "I am! Eet ees how Misha make money on side. Peeple at jeem look at me, think I am professional feetness model, but not actual case, ya? Just lifetimes of regular exercise, acteeveety, and maybe..ah, a little something from above, ah?" She laughed at the last part, loudly - partially at how ironic it was, and partly a bit sad, too. "Eef you weesh to change something about you physically, Misha would be more then happy to help you."

Victor chuckles when he hears Alana ask Misha to train her. "You'd better be careful with what you're getting into. She'll work you hard."

Misha makes a funny face and a wave to Victor, as if what he was saying was nonsense, but everyone, including Misha, clearly knew damn well that she would. 

Victor smiles back at Misha. "It's fine. We all know that she'd be in good hands."

“When I had been woken up from my million year slumber, my strength wasn’t what it used to be,” Alessandra starts, crossing her arms on the step of the jacuzzi to rest her chin on. “So Misha took it upon herself to train me. I needed it desperately, so how could I refuse? Well, I had to lay in bed for three days after because I was so terribly sore. It was so bad that I had to ask her to help me to the bathroom. Do you know how embarrassing that is?” She gives a little sigh, but looks to Misha with adoration. “But even despite that I felt pretty good afterwards, and that was after one workout. Misha knows her stuff and she’ll take care of you after if needed.”

Victor waves goodbye to Alana when she bids them all goodnight and follows Alessandra into the jacuzzi, bidding Misha to join them as well. 

"Muscle soreness ees sign you are doing something right. Lots of pain for great reward - tearing and rewarding. A chemical reaction. After hard workout, seeing and feeling pump of muscle ees amazing feeling - right after sex and feeding, of course! HAW!" she laughed, stepping out of the pool. It was quite cold outside, but Misha gave no indication it was, she was dripping wet, and carefully stepped into the jacuzzi.

Misha had lost her sun tan upon being Embraced, but Rousing the Blood would bring it back, very slightly. However, no matter how hard she tried, evidence of a lifetime in the sun and on other worlds had faded away. She was thankful to keep her strength, very much so. When she was created, her genetic code produced a physique that was as close to muscular perfection as possible, made for a lifetime of conflict and war, able to resist punishment, strength to endure it, and the willpower to push through it. Misha was not a hulking monstrosity, that was not her purpose - while strong, she had to be agile and mobile as well.

Abandoned by a God she once served, Misha had changed, physically and spiritually. Before, she obeyed - fulfilling her programming and destiny. Now, she was free. The sensation took a long time to get used to, and Aless helped her through it. Meeting Sorrin, Victor, and Alana was an advantage she could never replace. Naturally, fitting into this new world as a high dollar personal trainer fit right in, even if she had to play down her new vampiric strength.

She kissed Victor on the forehead as she sank into the jacuzzi, and pulled Aless gently by the arm to pull her in so that she'd sit on Misha's lap. She leaned against the back of the jacuzzi and wrapped her arms around Aless's stomach and waist, pulling her in tight, their bodies pressed facing the same way. She would casually kiss the back of Aless's neck as her hands would slowly roam her slender midsection and upper thighs as the bubbles worked their magic.

"Gospodi, pomiluy, eto prekrasno. My dolzhny delat' eto chashche, tebe ne kazhetsya?" she'd whisper in Aless's ear, resisting the urge to kiss, bite, or lick the back of her ear or side of her neck. She smelled good, the hot water made her body slippery. She tilted her head slightly and winked at Victor afterwards.

Victor smiles at Misha as she enters the pool. "You're wonderful Misha, but unfortunately my Russian isn't quite as good as yours." He says, giving Misha a kiss on the hand in response to the one she gave him. "But it looks like you're having a wonderful time and I'm happy to see that."

Alessandra has no qualms with being pulled onto Misha’s lap, a pleased hum escaping past her lips as she feels the red-heads hands explore her mid-section and upper thighs. “Such a handsy little thing you are~” Alessandra teases, but she doesn’t pull off her, instead leaning back more into Misha, tilting her head to the side to allow her more access to the crook of her neck to nip at if she so wished. The position she was in wasn’t optimal in returning the favor, she her hands were at least able to caress the sides of Misha’s thighs as well.

Her Russian wasn’t the greatest, and she had fallen silent to take a moment to translate Misha’s words mentally. Finally, she is able to say back, “Da... Da, my dolzhny.” 

Misha took a moment to smile and be amused at Victor's inability to figure out what she was saying, but there were plenty of times where Misha would be lost in bliss at the Bliss while Victor made Misha feel very happy as he did one of the things he did best. Many a moment Misha would moan in another language, especially when they were pressed tightly together and Victor was wrapped around her in the pleasurable embrace of lovemaking. Truth was, she liked the fact he didn't understand.

Aless felt very good, and Misha slowly nibbled at her while enjoying how her body felt to her hands and lips. The water was very hot, but not uncomfortably so. The bubbles made it a little difficult to admire Aless's curvy figure, but Misha's hands told her everything she needed to know. She didn't want to ignore Victor, but soon Misha became lost in the touch and smell of Aless. With one hand on her thigh, her other hand would lovingly caress her midsection, the tips of her fingers occasionally dipping into her bikini bottom briefly, teasingly.

Sorrin arrives a little late, with a tray of gifts from the lobby staff, "Compliments of my friend from earlier, he se-" He takes a look at what is happening and for a moment doesn't know whether to laugh or what. So he compromises with a chuckle and goes to get changed into some trunks before settling into the pool along with everyone else. "Looks like you all started having fun~"

Alessandra keeps a cool visage even despite Misha’s wandering hands, at most biting the inside of her bottom lip when she feels her fingers brush across the tender area of her bottoms. Though, to urge Misha to continue further, she pushes her hips more into her fingers when they come tease her again.

She doesn’t notice Sorrin’s first appearance (as she was busy focusing on other things), but welcomes him in the jacuzzi with a smile. “Oh, yes, we were all just discussing setting up an intense game of jenga when we’re done here. Would you like to join us?”

Sorrin smiles knowingly, and in a show of exaggerated politeness, kisses the back of Aless's hand, "As you wish~"

Victor laughs at Alessandra's joke and smiles when Sorrin shows up. "I thought that you had called it a night. Sure you're up for Jenga?"

Misha gave Sorrin a most welcome smile, as not to ignore him, that would be rude. Besides, both of the men looked good nearly naked - but right now, Misha had something very delicious in her lap. At the physical cue, Misha continued. Aless craned her head just a bit, shifted her hips very subtlety, and Misha took advantage of the moment. Her finger played with the thin fringes of her bikini bottom, and while her other arm cradled her in tighter, she slipped her hand inside. Slowly. Playfully. Carefully. After a few minutes of this activity, Misha grew hotter, and muscles were tightening in other places, ones used for other activities. 

She used her hands and arms to turn Aless around, and hugged her around her lower back so that she was pressed tightly against her in a comfortable straddling position. Nearly moaning into her mouth, she kissed her and sucked on her tongue in a deep french kissing manner, barely stopping to breathe. Her hands eventually roamed her defined back, pushing her against herself pressingly, literally wanted to be one with her in so many ways.

Aless's lips were soft, and she kissed with a purpose. They tongue wrestled gently, sensually, Misha hated rushing when it came to Alana or Aless. Even Victor, at least, in the beginning. She would make shameless lip smacking, sucking, and popping noises as Misha pressed and sucked on her lips, feeling their chests press against each other, her scent filling her senses. Eventually, her hands made it to Aless's neck and jaw, and she cradled her face to continue to kiss her deeply.

Misha pressed her hips against Aless's, wanting her, gently thrusting and pushing against her. Yearning for her. Unable to resist, Misha took one hand and slipped it into Aless's lower bikini bottom.