Witness the final girls.

Last but not least, the dark-skinned tomboy Niki of clan Vakila appears garbed in an unsurprisingly gorgeous swimsuit--yet another you've never seen, but one that matches her perfectly, by the skillful hands of Luna the seamstress. It's pure white, which contrasts against her body in a way that truly accentuates both the outfit and her amazing, athletic figure. It's another one piece suit, but that doesn't at all mean there isn't skin to see. Bright straps of fabric come down from behind her neck in a cross above her chest, providing a large window in the center. By how it squeezes them together, the cleavage of her tits are even more pronounced, and you can just barely make out the edges of the tattoos that surround her nipples. Though it comes together again beneath, there's a second window where her belly button is exposed. Otherwise, the swimsuit tightly squeezes between her legs, and when she turns, you can see that Luna was also rather generous with Niki's tight ass.

"Don't let her mighty strength deceive you," Luna speaks up. "She's just as lovely as any other girl here. She may be able to take a maul to the stomach, and she may be able to lift a wagon in the air, but she can also steal your heart~! Niki the warrior is here!"

As Fang once tried to discern for herself, Niki may or may not have the largest bust depending on perspective and proportion, though all that really matters is they're a sight to behold. They don't look as large as Eva's, though Niki is taller as well. There's something else too. Thread through her hair, just above her left ear, is a large red flower which fades to white in the center. That's what truly brings it all together. Your heart races upon the sight of such a tropical beauty.

The design itself is so simple, yet it shows how much a craft can truly be lifted by the skill of its creator. She stands with little grace, yet in that there's a different sort of beauty you can't explain. She's nervous, though she isn't a bumbling mess like Anastasia even still is. There's discomfort in her stance, though she's trying hard to remain confident and stoic, like a true warrior. Though with your eyes upon her as she wears such a sexy outfit, she fidgets in place as a deep blush rolls across her face. It slowly begins to match the colour of her eyes, and the flower.

Her hair has been combed neatly back, perhaps more than it ever has. Luna isn't just skilled with silk and a needle.

"What a contrast!" Fang shouts. "A hardy, reckless warrior, put before us as such a dainty, beautiful woman. You've cleaned the dirt off an ancient statuette to reveal its true femininity... Her chest lures in my eyes, but then it demands I look down at her stomach. Then even past that, her legs! It's not bikini, yet I feel like I'm looking at her naked. She takes me as the kind of girl who claims to never wear dresses, or makeup, or anything like that, but as soon as she does so herself, she realizes how much she loves feeling pretty. What amazing work you do, Luna! I thank you!"

You stare at the panting, pink-haired cat as she finishes her speech in a mere couple breaths. "You all right?" you ask.

She takes in one final inhale before sighing heavily. "Yeah. I'm good."

Niki squints her eyes. "What do you mean, cleaned off the dirt?"

"Don't mind her," you say. "You look stunning, Niki. There is definitely some truth in Fang's ramblings. You don't have to wear dresses or makeup or things like that if you don't want to, because you always look amazing to me, but know that right now, you do look beautiful. I can hardly look away."

"O-Oh." She places a hand upon her heart. Her nostrils flare up as her face flushed deeper. "Thank you," she replies quietly--a volume rare to her. She then clears her throat. "I mean, of course. I'm a mighty adventurer. I have to look amazing to inspire others to greatness. And just think. Even wearing only the swimsuit I have right now, I could still fight a dragon and come out on top."

You laugh. "I believe every word."

She pushes a bare foot into the incredibly soft, golden sand. For a moment, she reels back. "Ah. It's almost like fur. It tickles a little." She then sinks in, stepping over to the group before sitting. She drops her rear down near your feet and faces the stage. Her legs stretch far out forwards, and she keeps herself up by hands down at her sides. After a moment, she begins to lean back until she pushes against your groin with her head.

You glance down. "And I love the flower," you say.

She turns an eye up and smiles. "... Thank you. Me too," she whispers.

"Not all elves are born or raised in the woods," Luna explains. "Yet as soon as one stands between the trees, their natural beauty is accentuated beyond their control. They move with elegance and grace, with slender fair bodies, yet the most gorgeous of them all has blessed us this day with her presence. Please come out and aid me in showing off my craft with your amazing body, Amara Tedrilui."

Luna is correct. While she isn't a dryad, her bare feet step between the blades of grass, overgrowth, flowers and more with ease. Her pale complexion emerges from between them like a beautiful spirit of nature itself. While she may not be as busty is most others, she's not flat either, and what she wears now catches you by complete surprise. She normally dresses the most conservatively, and while showing more skin is never required for her to look just as stunning, she appears now in something rather skimpy. The texture of her bikini is like that of flower petals--almost leaf-like, though not green like Peony's. Instead, the outfit is pale pink with the most fine, white accents for texture.

The top is made with her choker in mind. It wraps around it, crosses just beneath it, and extends down to just barely cover her breasts with vertical petals. Beneath the cups, strings wrap down and around to her back. Her bottoms are much the same--smaller than what any other present wears. It takes a moment of ogling to notice, but there's a white heart right at the front, and then a second one behind on her right cheek. Lastly, just above her right pointed ear is a tiny pink flower still attached to emerald leaves.

She poses quietly but cutely, with fingers interlocks over her stomach as she raises herself up on one toe, and sways her hips left and right--so sweet, so lovely, yet her innocence is betrayed by the tight skimpy bikini she wears, as well as the magic choker that binds her neck. It's a contrast that causes your heart to flutter. With a hand now upon her cheek, her long, golden hair blows elegantly to the side as if on purpose. She appears even more radiant than normal under the bright sun that seems to shine even more intensely upon this mysterious island out at sea.

"Can you tell I've been eagerly awaiting our next adventure out to the beach?" asks Luna from behind. "Swimsuits are some of the most fun to make. They can look so fun and interesting, and also so risqué and erotic, with a large thank-you to the one who invented spandex. Though I used far more than just that for all these outfits."

Fang stares intensely as she presses her hands together right in front of her nose. "I might need to take a dip in the water soon. Those long legs. Her cute smile. She looks so pure, but then she's got that damn choker on." She then turns to you, grabs onto your chest, and stares you in the eyes. "How do you handle all this?!"

"I'm a professional," you reply. I can barely handle all this. I have absolutely no idea how I'm not on my knees after everything. I guess I've just grown strong of mind and body. That behind said, if Niki keeps leaning there, she's gonna get her head sprung forward soon.

Amara prances to the beach. As she nears where Niki sits, she weaves past her, and then beneath the arms of you and Alice to sneak behind. After a moment, you feel the press of her warm body against your back. She slides her hands around to the front, and interlocks her fingers so that she may hold you firmly.

"And finally!" Luna throws her hands up into the air, raising up one foot to strike a cute pose. "As she did desire it, Eva is the final model. Oops. She told me not to say that. Well, I'm sure she didn't purposely wish to be in a position where the most people are looking. Eva Beela, the sexy sorceress, the bouncy bunny, the gluttonous gal, come on out and grace us with your appearance~!"

There's a pause. "Wh-What kind of introduction was that? Why didn't you at least stop at sorceress?" comes a voice from beyond the foliage. "Oh f-fine. I'm coming. But please don't say anything else."

The audience falls silent as Eva steps forth in one of the skimpiest swimsuits yet. Her pale lavender hair is lush and wavy, and her bangs are parted by an adorable hairclip shaped like a big, orange carrot. In her eyes, beyond the flustered embarrassment, is a hint of the nobility always hidden deep beneath the surface. If she could calm herself and act more mature, she could be the confident, elegant sorceress queen she claims to be, though from head to toe she has the most intense blush of them all--even moreso than Anastasia somehow, who watches in awe that anyone could dress as all the girls have, especially this one. There's little to cover her busty, curvy body, besides a slingshot bikini. Truly such a garment is the most risqué, as it's a miracle one can even remain properly on.

From behind her neck, black strings reach down to a top that does till meet in the middle yet by nothing more than the tiniest binding. The cups are thin, and resemble violet scales, like she wears the skinned hide of a slain dragon. It's a deep shape of purple, and glistens bright beneath the sun. By further black strings, it reaches between her legs with one final, small shine of violet, and then as she turns, you can see where it all ties behind her back, above where her fluffy cottonball tail is present.

Her breasts are hardly contained. With each and every movement, you swear they're going to jiggle free, especially beneath. Such an outfit is generous with every type of cleavage, from the top to the sides, though the bottom seems especially exposed. She plays a dangerous game, as you have no idea even now how they don't drop out. Her pussy is barely concealed as well. Luna is certainly a legendary seamstress to craft such form-fit attire, that can be so skimpy, yet somehow cover everything perfectly, even in motion. This is her true power.

Eva's entire body is shaking. With each and every struggled breath in, it trembles, and after enough exhales, you can hear the most quiet, faint whimper, almost like a moan, escaping her throat. Though she wraps her arms around her body, she does it only to her middle torso as to not actually block anything from view. She just needs to hold something as to not completely break down. You've seen someone like Mistress Dajy wear a slingshot bikini, though it's an entirely different energy when someone like Eva wears one, and this is a gorgeous garment, like one an elite mage should be adorned with.

She swallows hard. As she steps forward, she fidgets constantly with it.

"It'll be fine," Luna whispers. "Just... don't move too much."

"Th-That doesn't help to hear!" Eva quivers. She tugs on the top, as if her nipples are constantly slipping free. They aren't. It's all in her own imagination. She tugs on the strings to readjust the part between her legs for the same reason. In the end, it just makes it worse, teasing you with an even better view.

Amara giggles quietly behind you. "Wow," she whispers. "Do not get too excited now, Kyle." With a warm smile, she blows gently over your ear.

You shiver. Damn it. Guess there's no holding back now.

Niki tilts forward slightly as she feels something rapidly extending behind her head. Her gaze glances up, but only for a brief moment, before she leans her weight back against it again, as if she didn't notice after all. She definitely did though. It would be impossible otherwise. And not that it would be shameful to present such a thing, but Niki functions as appropriate coverage, unlike Tom who is still not very subtly concealing himself with a basket.

After a moment, Niki rolls her neck. You can't tell if she did so on purpose, but her head rubs up and down over your growing shaft as she does.

Suddenly, Fang springs off like a cat who just saw a cucumber. She runs to the water, and dives straight into the shallow tides. After landing with a splash, she sighs softly as only her head and tail remain present above the surface. "Ahhh. Better," she mutters.

Eva looks concerned. "Wh-What happened?" she asks.

"Oh. She just had to cool down. Come on over already," you say with a welcoming hand.

While she may still look completely flushed, Eva locks eyes with you and smiles. She makes her way over, and stands up beside you, right in front of Peony, by where Niki sits. She glances around herself, and while there's no way to deliver any message without others hearing, she whispers, "How do I look?"

Your eyes stare straight into hers when you answer. "I can hardly contain myself."

If she wasn't blushing before, she is now. Perhaps so much blood to the head is dangerous. For a moment, it looks like she's going to faint upon hearing your words. "Aahh, y-y-yes of c-course," she stutters out with a hand behind her head. "It's only n-natural."

Anastasia covers her face with her hands. "So much. It's all so much. Everyone... S-So much skin."

It's Peony who steps over first. She removes herself from your arm, and when she does, Eva instantaneously takes her place.

The dryad places a soft hand on Anastasia's shoulder. "It's all right. We're all friends here. You don't need to worry. If it makes you feel any better, I never even wear clothes. Usually I'm naked."

"That doesn't help!" the cleric blurts back.