Aims's barely-there bikini top threatens to defy gravity as she slides out of her sky-blue ride, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hmm~ The salty air, the warm sun... Perfect." Reached out and adjusted the star-shaped accessory by my ear. "Though, I really didn't want to come to the beach today..." A little sigh escaped my lips. "But... they insisted. Said it would be good for me."

Aims leaned against the door of her bright blue car, the midday sun glinting off the polished metal. She wore a skimpy, almost scandalous, blue and gold bikini, barely concealed by a dark jacket draped casually over her shoulders. A small frown played on her lips, despite the idyllic setting. They always try to push me out of my comfort zone. She thought, idly tracing the lines of a small seashell she'd picked up earlier. A little convincing... a lot of convincing... what's the difference, really? I always end up doing what they want. A playful breeze tugged at her blonde hair, and she brushed it back with a delicate hand.

"Maybe... maybe if I just sit here long enough, they'll give up and we can go home." A tiny smile played on my lips. "Though... the ocean does look inviting..."