Steal someone else's bottoms.

[Originally by Phantom Pen]

The last thing Mackenzie wanted to do was draw attention to herself, even by asking for help. The less people aware of her predicament, the better. The redhead felt comfortable enough in the water and was confident in her ability to maneuver swiftly and quietly. It wasn't the most honorable thing in the world, but the situation was ****. The bottomless woman glanced around at the various women in the surf, assessing them from afar to find one that matched her figure the closest. If she was going to steal a woman's bottoms, she was going to steal ones that fit.

Mackenzie found her best option about halfway between her current location and the shore. A curvy brunette laughing with a few of her friends, her figure flattered by her bright pink bikini. This wouldn't be easy. Aside from the woman herself, Mackenzie would have to make sure she wasn't spotted by her target's friends. The last thing Mackenzie needed right now was to be caught trying to steal someone else's bikini; it would NOT be fun trying to explain herself.

Taking a deep breath, Mackenzie slipped beneath the surface of the water, quickly kicking her way over to her target. The redhead couldn't hold her breath forever, so she'd have to be quick about it as well as careful. With her eyes stinging in the saltwater, Mackenzie found the blurry outline of the woman's hips and the pink bikini ties resting upon them.

Gently, hoping to mask her movements with the rushing of the water, Mackenzie grabbed the strings between thumb and forefinger and began to pull. The knots offered little resistance, and Mackenzie's heart hammered away as she prayed that she'd be successful.