No, someone else fancies a swim!

You stretch out your limbs and make your way down the pool with a lazy backstroke. You look up at the rippling reflected light on the ceiling and hope that you don't have to face another girl just yet. You're a strong swimmer and swimming has always helped you focus and relax, another few lengths and you can feel you'll be centered and ready for whoever Black Rose throws at you next.

But you don't get another few lengths.

Halfway through your return leg back to where you dived in you catch a flash of movement and stop swimming, keeping your position right in the middle of the pool. There she is, clapping slowly and leaning against the archway at the end of the room - surely your next opponent.

She's gorgeous, of course. A tall, lithe, athletic looking girl with perfectly tanned skin and long dark hair that falls messily down around her shoulders. She certainly looks like a swimmer, and though she's very slender you can tell she has muscles, and strength to spare. A minimal, string fastened bikini is the only thing she's wearing, blue fabric cupping her small, athlete's breasts and another blue triangle maintaining her modesty down below. Hah, like any of the girls here have any modesty at all.

"Nice form," she comments as you let your eyes eat her up. Not an inch of fat anywhere on her body. "I'm Alessa, shall we get started?" She doesn't even give you a chance to answer, as her perfectly toned body immediately starts to move towards the edge of the pool, preparing to dive in with you.