Approach Nyllia.

On a deep violet towel lays the famous, brave pink-haired elven paladin (now templar) known as Lady Nyllia Tesgella. She rests on her stomach pointed away from the shore, and before you even get close, her keen eyes spot and watch you approach. As you do, she slowly pulls herself up from her position--chest jiggling as its pulled up from being squished against the towel--and she rests on her knees as she gazes up at you. She offers a respectful bow of her head.

"Hello, Lady Tesgella," you say. "Are you doing well?"

"I am. Thank you, Mr. Warren. Thank you again for inviting me here."

"Thank you for coming. Surely you have important things to do."

"Honestly, I have been working myself hard as of late. My allies insisted that I take a rest. So, here I am. You have wonderful timing, Mr. Warren. Both with the invitation, and even now."

"What do you mean?"

"Even I am only mortal. The sun is as beautiful as it is dangerous, and I have procured myself some lotion that will protect my skin. I was about to apply it, though even for me, it would be tricky to get the back of my body. If I do my front and lay back down, could you please apply some to where I cannot reach?"

"Of course, Nyl--I mean, Lady Te--"

"Hey," she says, cutting you off. She then begins to speak quietly as a different kind of smile draws across her face. "Please make sure you get everywhere, Kyle. You wouldn't want me to burn, would you?"

Without saying anything else, she pops the lid off the bottle and squeezes some of the white goop onto her other hand's palm. She places the bottle aside and rubs her hands together, preparing the lotion for application. You've seen her body before, but it's just as gorgeous as ever. Though you've seen her tackle a giant rhinoceros, fight a lich, and more, her skin is fair and her body is slender. Her delicate hands slide up from her toes, over her legs, and up to her thighs. You watch as they dance between her legs, pressing into her muscles as she kneads around the edge of her bikini bottoms and up to her hips. Her hands then move up her navel to beneath her chest, where she spends a longer time than needed subtly shifting her chest up and down from below.

"I hope you're doing well," she finally says, breaking the silence as she reaches for the bottle.

"Very well, yes."

"Of course." She shoots you a brief but penetrating glance before squeezing a little more of the lotion into her hands.

This time, she rubs around her cleavage, squishing the pair together before covering her her sides and arms. The last thing she does is her face. Finally, she's oiled up and ready to go, which is not something easy to look away from.

With the bottle wedged into the sand near your feet, she turns around to lay back onto her stomach. She doesn't hesitate to reach back and undo the tied string behind her back, and she then pulls the straps off to lay against the towel. You look down at her completely bare back, and her naked chest which presses up against the soft ground beneath her. The great Lady Nyllia Tesgella is waiting eagerly for you to rub sunscreen on her body. This is a story not a single person will believe.