Slippery when law 18+

She walked barefoot towards her pool.
She did that every morning with nice weather, so now too. About 340 mornings a year.
Stéphanie slowly went into the water with one toe, to check the temperature, holding on to the metal staircase. Nonsense of course because the water was always warm.
Then she took off her jewels and put them in a bowl on the edge of the pool, next to the metal staircase.
She was visibly enjoying it, at least when there was no one there. In company, she drew such a face like: “This is quite normal, isn't it?!” The conceited little brat. She certainly forgot that she was just from the Amsterdam Jordaan.
She was lucky enough to run into Pablo about four years ago. Pablo owns 3 holiday resorts here on Tenerife.

For a moment, her breath stopped, when she smelled that the hat smelled like cigars. She knew neighbor Marco smoked cigars from that filthy, fat Cuban. What the hell had been going on here? Stephanie felt confused. She was so excited for tonight because Friday night was “Boxing Night”. But now she was furious at her Pablo, whom she had been married to for about two and a half years.
Stéfanie climbed further out of the pool and walked back to the other side to grab her towel and her jewelry but suddenly heard screams from the bedroom. She didn't change her mind for a second and ran up the villa and up the spiral staircase while only occasionally tapping the marble banister. In shock, she had been watching Noortje take turns being driven by Pablo and Marco, for three quarters of an hour. Then Stéphanie put on her naughty slippers and ran as fast as she could to the bus stop. The bus just got hit, with the destination: the airport. She wanted to go back, back to Amsterdam.
She'd rather go there with slippers behind the window than stay here for another second.