The next morning

Your face feels warm as you struggle to open your eyes, realizing that night has turned to day. Your first instinct is to look to either side of you, but Alex is not around, nor are Blake and Ryan. You stretch as you sit up, shivering a little since you're naked. At least they had left you on a blanket, or your entire body would be covered in sand.

In front of you, the bonfire is mostly gone, down to a small heap, although you can still see a small flame flickering in the midst. Breathing in the fresh ocean air, you survey the beach. Most of the party attendees from last night are gone, although there are a few bodies scattered around the beach, people who had just passed out or fallen asleep like you. They're mostly men, although you do spy an unidentified woman lying under some guy. You're too lazy to go find out who it is. Another guy who's only wearing a t-shirt and baring his ass at you is further down the beach, walking away by the shoreline. From his unsteady path, you know he must be hungover or even still drunk. Looking over your shoulder, you see that the tents are still up and the section of the beach is still cordoned off.

Thinking you should go find Alex, you get up, stretching your limbs more. You had never slept on the beach before, and now you know it wasn't a wise decision. Eventually, you muster the strength to start walking towards the main tent, hoping to find Alex there.

You've only taken about 10 steps when you hear a female voice to your right, coming from the other side of the beach where you hadn't looked.

"Did I miss the party?"

Surprised, you spin around, wary of another incident like the 1 with Nasim, but luckily the woman who spoke is some distance away from you and appears to pose no harm. She's standing with the sun on her back, and it takes a while for your eyes to adjust.

"Woah," you can't help saying, once your eyes can clearly picture the beautiful woman. Her hair is cut short, but not boyish, and she's wearing some sort of beach dress that looks elegant at the same time. The belt around her waist helps the thin dress cling to her slim body, and the hemline leaves little to imagination. However, as she approaches you, the thing you notice about her most is her sparkling blue eyes. They're almost too blue that you wonder if they're real, or if this woman is a robot, but the closer she gets, the more you know she's an actual person.

The woman smiles as she brushes the hair out of her face. "Looks like the party's over. I thought it would still be going. I'm so sorry, I was on set late last night, shooting a night scene for Iron Fist.""

"Iron First!" you exclaim, finally able to place the woman who's now right in front of you. "You're the actress who plays... Joy Meachum!"

The actress giggles. "Yes. Jessica. Jessica Stroup," she offers you her hand and you shake it. Then, you suddenly look down and remember you're not wearing anything. Luckily, you're sporting a little morning wood, and even if you weren't, you could have rectified that with a single thought, thanks to the genie. Jessica's eyes are drawn down too, and she lingers for a while before looking up. When you raise your head too, you see her biting her upper lip seductively.