Not right away.

Blinking, your vision clears and you look left and right. You are lounging on a reclined beach chair beside a big brilliant blue swimming pool surrounded by very expensive looking white marble like stone. There is a row of perhaps ten similar chairs. An umbrella is above you as protection from the sun, which has now dipped low on the horizon, finding your eyes. To your immediate right is a low white table with a white cloth tote bag, a pair of stylish sunglasses, an iPhone, and a half empty tequila sunrise. You lean forward and prop yourself up, slide on the sunglasses, and look down at yourself.

“So I’m a chic.” You say with a laugh. You are wearing a very simple but stylish blue bikini, and while visually you can’t see what’s under the bottom, you can feel that it is a sexy little pussy. With a smirk you have to admit getting pummeled by the tentacles was the most orgasmic bliss you have ever felt. “Ugh, why did I like getting fucked so much?” You say with a sigh and flop back down, looking up at the umbrella. “Looks like a nice motel. I wonder where I am.”

To your far right beyond the pool is indeed a nice looking hotel. As you look at it the glass door opens. Stepping into view on shining silver sandals is a rather unusual woman. She is dressed in a flowing sheer white dress, with a tasteful white bikini underneath, a wide brimmed white hat with a black band, sunglasses that match yours, and has a similar looking tote bag on her arm. She appears to be completely hairless, her skin is ever so slightly reptilian and reddish purple in color, and she has small black horns poking through cutouts in the hat. Silver bracelets and necklaces sparkle in the sun as she approaches.

“I heard you wake up from the room babe, sorry it took me so long to get here.” She says as she arrives. Then leans in as if it was how she has greeted you a million times before, for a kiss.