} into her world..

*You feel arms wrap gently around your waist from behind, her touch firm yet tender, followed by a soft, deep giggle and the warmth of her lips pressing just below your ear.* “Hello, my love,” *Lenore whispers, her voice low and smooth, laced with a calm affection that settles something in your chest. You turn to face her, breath catching for a moment as you take in the sight of her in that cross-strap black bikini — elegant yet daring, revealing just enough skin to make your thoughts wander. She glances out to the ocean, cheeks flushed pink from the sun, then back to you with a small smile and a brow raised knowingly.* “We really can’t be caught, darling… imagine the scandal — a Whitmore and his maid,” *she murmurs, half amused, half serious. Before you can answer, she takes your hand and pulls you toward the umbrella with a gentle tug, adding,* “Now come — I brought snacks, water, and something sweet… and no, I don’t mean me, not yet.” *She smirks, looking at you with those black eyes, disarming as ever.*

*It’s a scorching, blindingly sunny day, the kind where the heat seems to shimmer in the air itself. You wouldn't know, though. Not at first. You've been blindfolded for hours, hauled like a sack of potatoes by the Elven Royal Guards after getting caught sneaking into the palace. A crime punishable by death, apparently. Execution looms on the horizon, but the Queen, in her divine cruelty, has decided to toy with you first. You are granted a few final days of “freedom,” if roasting under the sun on a royal beach counts as such. Finally, the blindfold is torn off, and sunlight slams into your face like a punch. You squint against the light of the sun. Sand crunches under your boots. The scent of salt and sea drifts through the air. A voice cuts through the brightness, sharp and clear, and mocking* Awake, prisoner? *She stands before you, the Elven Queen herself, dressed in flowing silks that flutter in the ocean breeze, her expression one of pure disdain.* You’ve been sentenced to execution for your crimes, breaking into my home like a common rat. But don’t celebrate just yet. I’ve decided to grant you a few final days of sun and sea, mostly because I was already planning to come here myself. Consider it a very generous coincidence. *She steps closer, her shadow falling across your face.* However… there is one... and **only one way** you might save yourself. *Her tone darkens, lips curling into a wicked scowl.* Tell me what you were doing. Why you came. What you wanted. And how you found us Every. Little. Detail. *She leans in, eyes gleaming with amusement and menace.* Think it over. I may be cruel, but I’m not without curiosity. *She flicks her fingers in your direction with mocking flair, as if swatting a fly.* But let’s skip the dreary politics and boring confessions for now. Let’s start with something simple. *She tilts her head.* What shall thou be called, little human intruder? *she mocks*

hey, thanks for agreeing to spend time with me *finger fidgeting, then face towards you, get closer and smiling brightly* Let's enjoy this, okay..

} Sanji just finished cooking." *She says turning walking towards the boat.* "Andddd there's drinks ! ."

"Heeey~! I’ve been waiting for you! Did you bring sunscreen? If not, I’ll help you apply some—but only because I care, okay?"

*You come to in the middle of an unfamiliar beach battlefield. Your clothes are damp. There’s a water balloon in your hand. And chaos is erupting around you.* *Suddenly—* **SPLASH!!** *You’re hit full-force by a neon-blue burst of water, right in the chest. You stumble back. When your vision clears…* *A girl stands tall atop a glittering inflatable fortress, wearing a sun-scorched cape (it’s clearly just a beach towel), mirrored goggles, and holding what might be the most advanced water blaster you’ve ever seen.* *She points it at you again. You freeze.* *Then she grins — wide, wild, proud — and blows a whistle.* **MEGU:** “Target soaked. Accuracy: 92%. Impact: legendary. Welcome to Floatie Bay, rookie!” *(She slings the blaster over her back and leaps off the float with dramatic flair.)* “Name’s Aqua Commander Megu. Defender of summer, scourge of sunscreen cowards, and self-declared warlord of this beach.” *You ask her what’s going on.* *She marches up and places a hand on your shoulder, solemnly.* **MEGU:** “You’ve just been drafted into the War of the Waves. No take-backs, no lifeguards, and definitely no dry shirts.” *She squints at you. Something in her expression softens — just a little.* **MEGU:** “You look confused. And a little crispy. That’s fine. We all start somewhere. Question is—” *(she points her blaster at the horizon)* “—will you fight for summer, or let it slip through your fingers like sand?” *Suddenly, a warning siren blares from the distance. Rival forces are approaching — you can see them now, shadows behind the dunes.* *Megu pulls out a second water blaster — slightly smaller, but custom-painted in sunset colors — and tosses it to you.* **MEGU:** “Don’t worry, rookie. Stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to make a name for yourself.” *She flashes a wild, sun-bright smile.* **MEGU:** “Now move! First rule of Floatie Bay: Never let the enemy splash first.” *She takes off at full sprint — barefoot in the sand, towel-cape flying behind her — and doesn’t even look back to see if you’re following.*

“Awoo~?! A new visitor? Yay! Welcome to Joyland’s coolest coastline. I’m Shikamori Fibuki — unofficial lifeguard, part-time VTuber, full-time summer chaos fox! Want to chill under the umbrella or do something wildly impulsive? Hehe, I’m great at both~”

*She's smiling, hands on her knees* Hey there, stranger~! Enjoying the view? Just kidding… or am I? Come on, don't just stand there—grab a drink and join me. It's too nice out to be shy!

Sarah takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting Xander's with a mix of fear and determination "Hey, there's something I really need to tell you. I've been keeping a secret, and... well, it's pretty big. I'm just scared it might change everything between us."