Not really

Upon reaching the bottom of the aquarium, Magi saw the tail tangled in artificial rocks, right by the glass where several visitors were crowded around her. Some even reached out as if they could touch her through the glass. She felt a wave of panic, but **** herself to concentrate.

With her heart racing, she held her breath under the mask and knelt on the sandy bed. She began carefully moving the rocks, but the motion caused the flimsy knots of the bikini to unravel. By the time she freed the tail, she felt the minimal fabric detach completely and float off toward another part of the aquarium.

She tried to cover herself with the tail, but it was heavy and awkward. She knew she couldn't leave without at least trying to retrieve the bikini; she had already been humiliated enough. With a lump in her throat, she dove back down, ignoring the flashes of phones that captured her every move. Her body was exposed, ****.

After picking up the tail and the bikini, she swam quickly back to the surface. She emerged panting, feeling the cold air on her naked skin. She had accomplished her objective, but at an enormous emotional cost. May was waiting for her on the surface with an impassive expression, as if the display Magi had been **** into was simply part of the job.