The slightly more salacious alternative

"Oh well," Karra said with a grin after having heaved her naked body up onto a rock that stood in the middle of the bay, with its edges washed smooth by years of exposure to the incoming waves, "the powers that be saw it fit to equip me with a body like this, and it's only proper I get to experience it to the fullest."

As if to strengthen her conviction that the most fitting endeavour which she could set out on was that of becoming a dancer and prostitute, the hands on deck on-board a merchantman currently passing just outside the mouth of the bay let out a cavalcade of enthusiastic hoots and whistles as Karra's naked body on top of the rock caught their eyes.

This ship was sailing particularly close to the bay, allowing these seamen a much closer look of young Karra than most of their kin had been treated to during her previous swims, and so Karra decided that she should give them a little extra something to put into the tales that they would tell once they hit shore again.

Spreading her legs wide apart while her ass, the powerful, heart-shaped buttocks glistening with the wetness of the sea, rested against the stone, Karra then slid her right hand down over her ripe right tit and further down over her flat, mouth-wateringly fit midsection and onto her bald pussy lips, which were sparkling wet.

As every man on the deck of the merchantman sliding through the water 60 feet away looked on with bulging eyes and hardening cocks, Karra tossed her head back as she slipped two fingers into her moistening slit, at the same time giving one of her nipples a soft pinch with her free hand.

While the ship slowly passed across the edge of the bay, Karra continued to masturbate in a slow and very enticing manner, rolling her hips forwards each time that she thrust her fingers into her tight little pussy, as if to meet them.

Finally, the merchantman disappeared from view, hidden behind the rolling dunes and hills which made up the beach, and Karra was well on her way to reach her first climax of the day.

When her quivering cunt finally released a trickle of fluids to illustrate that Karra had begun to climax, the raven-haired Amazon slid out from the rock and back into the water, floating in it while her body trembled from the orgasm.

The sailors onboard that ship would no doubt tell their friends about her, Karra thought with a smile, and wondered if the coastline of Tharros would soon been brimming with lustful sailors eagerly searching for the voracious mermaids said to live there.

Washing her crotch clean, Karra swam ashore and rubbed herself dry with the towel before donning the robe again and returning to her house.

Greeting her neighbours, what few of them there was in this still rather underdeveloped part of the city (something which Karra didn't mind), she then set out to dress herself in preparation for her job-hunt.

Thirty minutes later, Karra was scrutinizing herself in the mirror, and she liked what she saw.

Deciding to highlight her heritage, Karra had donned an outfit which the holy warriors guarding the shrine of Kalim had worn, and which Karra had had copied by a skilled tailor after she had arrived in Tharros. Consisting of a pair of platform boots which reached up to her ankles, a tight-fitting "suit" which was only a few inches wide over her crotch but then widened as it reached up to just above her bellybutton, where it divided into two separate lengths of cloth which covered her breasts but left the centre of her stomach and chest bare.

The two separate parts then met up again at her throat, where they were attached to the dark brown, studded leather collar which Karra was wearing.

Finally, Karra wore a pair of leather bracers, which were, along with the rest of her skimpy outfit, coloured in a bright, earthy shade of brown.

Rounding off by buckling a slim little belt around her waist, from which her purse hung, Karra was prepared to go out and find herself a job.