Kiwakini heats up

Kiwakini rolls her eyes, and makes a lazy gesture in your direction. Instantly a fireball flies from her fingers, washing over you in a wave of torrential heat.

"Tourists," she says, to no-one in particular. "Always making stupid little jokes like that. Now, what was I... hey, why aren't you reduced to ash?"

You're standing in front of her, a little sooty, but no worse for wear. "I don't know," you shrug. "Try it again."

Kiwakini's eyes narrow, and she sends another fireball in your direction. This time, you're ready. You raise a hand, and the fireball changes course midair, rolling back over Kiwakini. When the smoke clears, she's standing in front of you, hair a trifle singed but otherwise completely intact.

"You really think fire can hurt me," she says, cocking one eyebrow. "The power of the volcano is mine to command, fool. Now flee, before I..."

She pauses, a trifle uncertain, as she sees the way you're looking at her. She looks down.

"EEEK!"

Kiwakini squeals and clutches her tattooed body, now covered in only a very thin layer of ash that used to be a black sarong. Your eyes trace her ripe nude figure up and down, making sure she knows you're looking.

"So how about that treasure, Kiki?"

"Beasts! The island's fury shall smite you!"