Sabrina and Viktor
If anyone was going to be comfortable in his own skin, it was Viktor Nikiforov, five time World Champion and two time Olympian. He at least had the body to be out naked and not feel embarrassed at all. Not only that, he was Viktor and enjoyed showing off while he still could.
Practically prancing as he made his way to the pool, the Russian skater gave a heart shaped smile to the young woman as he walked near her, not yet stepping under the archway she had made. He paused to admire it as he stretched his athletically toned legs, basking in his glory. "Hello!" Viktor chirped enthusiastically. "It's nice to see someone else out here not minding the party." He winked. "It at least is a lovely day out for now, though being Russian, not much cold bothers me."