The crab needs a friend

Wow, that looks pretty uncomfortable. The redhead is doing an awkward little dance on the beach, shuffling around and patting at the crab that's scuttling around in her swimsuit. She looks pretty flustered. Time to fluster her even more.

You pick up another handful of jitter-crabs. You locate a few Horkanian slime slugs, as well - cold, wet, slimy little creatures that are famous for squirming and wriggling around uncontrollably when you put them in tight spaces. You eye up Daisy thoughtfully. Might as well test them out first.

"Hey, Daisy, come over here."

"Sure thing, Raider. What can I do for you?"

"I'm going to put some slugs in your bikini."

"Oh. Uh... why?"

"Because I can."

"Can't argue with that, I guess... eek!" They must be very slimy indeed, from the face she's making. You know she doesn't mind being naked in public any more, but it's nice to know there's still something that can make her squirm. You slip two or three more slugs down the front of her bikini bottoms and one or two in each of the cups of her top. There's the cutest little grimace on her face.

"Uh, Raider, this feels all... tentacley... can I, uh, take them out yet?"

"No, you're keeping those in there for a while."

"Oh. Okay..."

"And so's she!" With lightning speed, you zip invisibly across the sand to depost a handful of slugs down the front of the redhead's one-piece and a handful of crabs down the back. The screams are music to your ears. She leaps back and forth from one foot to the other, patting herself down, trying to work out how to get the slimy, squirmy, scuttly, pinching, tickling things out of her suit without ripping it right off her body. You wonder if you should accelerate the process.