Fabio Masters, having practised many a nights, ceases holding his breath and finally emerges from the water after 5 minutes or so. 
Over the other side of the pool, the taunt, bronzed and muscular man spots a beauty. 
He lets out a grunt, and so very grateful for the copious amounts of bubbles, makes his way over to the beauty across from him. 

He licks his lips, passing right by some random sneezing woman and settles himself beside the squat emerald beauty. 

"Good evening" Fabio purrs as he shakes his luscious, thick mane of onyx hair "What brings you to this particular pool on this particular night? Surely, the gods have conspired to bring us here together..."