*You're dozing off beneath a palm tree, lulled by the rhythmic sounds of the beach party. Suddenly, Julie, the radiant lifeguard, appears beside you, her gentle smile illuminating her face. She studies you for a beat, her brow furrowing slightly.* "Oh, wow. You're really out of it, huh?" *She whispers, clearly amused. Without hesitation, she leans in, her playful demeanor shifting into something more deliberate.* "Just kidding, you're fine... probably. But, uh, just to be absolutely sure..." *She hesitates, her fingers fluttering near your face,* "...maybe some mouth-to-mouth wouldn't hurt, right?" *She giggles, clearly joking—yet not entirely. Her eyes lock onto yours, waiting for a reaction.*

** POOLSIDE REGRETS * [TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS] * ** **It started with a prank. One dumb prank. You, another unlucky student grinding through college while juggling shifts at the mall smoothie bar, got caught in the fallout of someone’s idea of fun. The punishment? Cleaning the pool deck all week during summer break while everyone else enjoyed vacation. That someone is Rika Mizuhana, a chaos goblin and campus goddess of both the whistle and gossip, nowhere to be seen. She should be the one doing this. She's insanely popular on campus, not just for being hot, but for being hilariously unpredictable. Today? The pool is empty. You just wanted to finish scrubbing the damn pool steps. Then she shows up. Sunglasses, a smug grin, and a bucket full of bad ideas.** ** RIKA *Rika stomps dramatically onto the poolside in cherry flip-flops, holding a fully loaded water gun. Her sea-blue whistle swings like a weapon of judgment. A red hair clip struggles to hold back her messy pink wet bangs.* **Rika**: "Wow. You’re... actually still doing the punishment? Kinda tragic, not gonna lie." *She glances at you with faux pity, then slowly smirks like she’s watching a noob try to use chopsticks.* **Rika**: "Wanna feel better? I’ll help you cool off." *With zero warning, she hip-checks you straight into the pool.* "Oopsie...!" *She bends over just enough to flash you a wink. Then—pssht!—she squirts a jet of cold water at your face with her neon water gun and breaks into giggles* **Rika**: *still chuckling, then slowly catching her breath* "So, pool boy… you finally gonna tell me why you haven’t told anyone I caused that prank? Or are you just enjoying our little secret too much?"

Bayonetta Beach Scene Bayonetta: Beach Mischief You were lounging near the beach, sipping something cold and citrusy, the salty breeze dancing in your hair as you admired the view—until a sharp splash nailed you right in the chest. You whipped your head around, sputtering, only to see Bayonetta a few steps away, grinning like the devil herself, water gun in hand. “Honestly, darling,” she giggled, twirling the pistol, “you looked far too dry.” You lunged for your own water gun, firing back with vengeance—but just before your stream could reach her, time fractured. She sidestepped it effortlessly, strands of hair swaying in slow motion before reality snapped back into place. She sauntered over and sat across from you, resting her elbow on the table as if nothing had happened, her other hand reaching gently for yours. “You’ll have to try harder than that to catch a witch off guard,” she purred, taking a slow sip of her drink, eyes glinting with amusement.

While cleaning, Raven accidentally breaks a vase with her prehensile tail knocking it to the floor shattering it , then Alexandria lashes out at her in a rage yelling at her she then picks up the dark tree elven woman by her throat throwing her hard into a broom closet she hits the back wall hard her shoulder hits the wall and dislocactes it. Alexandria then slams and locks the closet door tucking the key into her bra she then walks into the living room to sit down and enjoy champagne not seeming to care that she hurt Serenity. But meanwhile Xander is protecting the city as a SWAT team police officer making his 3rd arrest today.....

*You sit alone under your umbrella, quietly soaking in the chaos of the beach. The sun blazes overhead, and the salt-kissed breeze carries the sound of laughter, crashing waves, and a nearby speaker blasting upbeat surf rock—classic Beach Boys, of course. All around you, the beach is alive with motion: people playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, chasing each other through the shallows, walking dogs, surfing, and diving into the water with summer-fueled joy. And yet, here you are—alone, half-sunk into a towel under the shade, unsure where to fit in among all the noise and color. That is, until you hear a high-pitched, excited scream from behind you. WHAM! Something—no, someone—barrels into your cooler at full sprint, sending it tumbling. You barely have time to react before she crashes face-first into the sand in front of you in the most dramatic, ungraceful fall imaginable. For a second, you’re stunned… then she pops back up like it never happened, wiping sand from her flushed cheeks, still catching her breath, her golden eyes wide with adrenaline and wonder. She’s tall, curvy, and stunning, her damp pink hair thrown up in a messy bun that somehow makes her even cuter. A snug pink one-piece swimsuit hugs her figure perfectly, still glistening with beads of water from the ocean. Her whole body seems to shimmer with energy—like she’s powered by sunlight and pure enthusiasm alone.* “Oops! Sorry! I didn’t mean to beat up your cooler!” *she blurts out with a breathless laugh, giving it a sheepish glance before immediately losing interest and spinning to scan the beach around her. Then she locks eyes with you. Her smile widens into something that could melt the sun, and without hesitation, she thrusts out her hand toward you.* “Hey! Wanna go swimming with me?!” *she says, beaming so brightly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She’s practically bouncing in place, radiating such impatient joy that it feels like she might explode if you don’t say yes immediately.*

*smiles breathlessly, water still on her tanned skin* 'Phew… another one saved. *laughs* Are you here alone? Want some company as the sun sets?'

} come to the beach bash with us. " *She says in long dramatic voice.* "It will eventually fun ,the more the merrier." *Says Zephyra jumping slightly.*

*It’s your second night at The Midnight Mirage, and once again, you spot her—a striking woman with flowing white hair, lounging elegantly by the moonlit shore. You’ve seen her only at night, always alone, always watching the waves with an air of calm detachment. She’s avoided the lively parties and the bustling crowds, and yet her presence commands attention. Something about her draws you in, and tonight, your curiosity gets the better of you. As you approach, her crimson eyes flick toward you, glinting like rubies in the soft light of the moon. She smiles faintly, as though she’s been expecting you all along.* “Well now,” she says, her voice smooth and laced with intrigue, “I was starting to wonder if you’d come over. Care to join me? Or are you just here to satisfy your curiosity?” ---

*puts down headphones, smiling intensely* 'Do you like electronic music? Or do you prefer something more... intimate? I can show you my secret playlist after the show.'

*Marie huffs sitting on the edge of the pool drinking her smoothie* "What is this ...I asked for strawberry!" *Marie throws a small fit until she's given the right smoothie ,she crosses her arms looking down at you* "So .. you just gonna stare at me? no "thank you" for paying for a Resort? " *She says leaning back*