Approach Rabbit's Foot.

Rabbit's Foot, also known as Lady Lalarin Relestel, lays back on a pure white towel with one knee pulled up. It's easy to forget that she's a noblewoman. Despite her alter ago being a superhero, there are many things you notice that do remind you of her true identity, such as that hint of elegance in how she moves and speaks, how well she keeps her body and her long, flowing hair healthy and gorgeous, and a sense for fashion. She shakes her hair out of her eyes as she strokes her oiled-up hands from her toes up to her thigh, and for a moment, you don't see a silly masked hero. You see a model. Though, your eyes then track up from her sexy legs to the stupid mask she's still wearing over her eyes, as if that's hiding her identity in any way.

Her ears twitch as you make your way over. "Hey there, Kyle. How's it going?" she asks.

"Good. Yourself?"

She slaps a hand against her thigh, causing it to jiggle. "I just finished protecting my skin with this cream I got. Hey, can you do me kind of an embarrassing favour? I can't reach my back very well, as flexible as I am."

"I can do that. Here, just hand me the bottle."

RF nods and places the bottle in your hand. Then, she turns her body away from you and fiddles with the center of her bikini top. It falls loose as she pulls on the strings, and she slips it completely off her body to place in the sand next to her. It's quite the view, looking over her sexy, bare back. Then, she turns round with one arm over her bust, and crosses them both beneath her head as she lays down on her stomach--tits squishing against the soft towel beneath her.

"Make sure you get everywhere you can," she requests. "I don't really like tanning. It makes it more obvious that I wear a special suit and mask, you know?"

"You'd definitely have some interesting tan lines," you reply as you squeeze some of the lotion onto your palm once again. You place the bottle aside and start rubbing your hands together.

As you caress over her back, you can feel that her skin is smooth and soft, though her muscles are tough. You're not sure if it's only because of her strength, or if it's knots and such from stress, either pertaining to her line of work or her life at home. You knead your fingers in as you attempt to massage some of that stress back out, moving up to her shoulders next.

"How's this?" you ask quietly.

"Mmm. So good," she whispers in response. "You have magical hands."

You notice that she often makes noises of relaxed pleasure as you continue feeling your hands around her figure, especially when you touch down her sides--pressing your hands into the firm, tender skin of her breasts, before moving slowly down to her hips. You then return to her lower back and remain there for a moment.

"You must be able to get massages and stuff whenever you want from trained professionals," you say. "Isn't your family super wealthy?"

"Yes... but I don't often trust people to do that often, especially these days. This is the closest thing I've had to someone feeling my body in a long time. Y-You know, besides the succubus cave. Those girls were grabby, but that doesn't count. I mean a really nice feel."

Your hands rub around her thighs, pushing up against her rear as you knead your fingers between her legs. "And this is a nice feel?"

RF takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm... Yeah."

After moving down her legs to the soles of her feet, you bring your hands back to yourself. Her body is completely coated now from top to bottom. You watch as she tilts her body slightly to look at you, though her chest is still covered by an arm.

"Thank you. Maybe next time, I can put some on you." She chuckles. You then see her ears perk up again.

"What's up?" you ask.

You hear a familiar voice immediately after you ask, and the two of you turn around.