"You really don't have tan lines?"

Samantha and her friends partied all night in Ibiza. When dawn broke, she and her friends Jen and Jerry were walking on the pebbly beach on their way back to the hotel.

"Ugh," Jen complained about her sunburn from the previous day. "I hate getting sunburned! It makes my tan lines worse."

"Tan lines...?" Samantha pondered "You don't strike me as the type of person who has that sort of thing."

"Well, I don't tan naked, silly! Everyone has tan lines." Jen countered.

"Well ... not everyone ..." Samantha looked down at the beach.

"Really? You don't have tan lines? Prove it!" Jerry interjected.

Samantha just looked away; seeing that their compatriot was a bit shy, Jen and Jerry starting bawking and making the chicken gestures.

Samantha sighed and disrobed right then and there, proving her lack of tan lines to a gasping duo.

"Wow, that's so brave of you. Here, let's take a sexy photo!" Jen insisted.

Possibly a bit tipsy, Samantha agreed; she took off her hat, used it to cover her privates, and stared in the distance with a smirk while Jen snapped away.

"This is gonna look so good on Instagram and Flickr," she noted.