Approach Fang.

The catfolk Fang is doing stretches on a bright blue towel not far away. You watch as she sticks her rear up into the air as she touches her fingers to the ground--tail sways back and forth through a hole on the back of her swimsuit. She seems to have an incredibly slim, tight body, especially from this angle. She then lays down onto her back, and stretches one of her legs up and down in a scissor motion. Her eyes trail up to yours as you approach, though she continues to exercise.

"Hey, Fang. We haven't talked much. How are things?" you ask.

"Pretty good. I owe you one for inviting me here. Look at all this cuties you brought!" She grins and snickers. "I'm sure I can be out of town for a little while without crime going rampant."

"Well, we have both you and RF here, so hopefully."

"She's cute, but man is she so full of herself. With that outfit she wears and her boisterous, loud voice, I feel like she does it just for the fame, you know? I just do it cause I hate criminals."

Fang pulls herself up and begins doing jumping jacks. She is flat, though what chest she does have bounces behind her one piece bathing suit.

"Need anything?" you ask.

She finally stops and takes a deep breath. "Yeah, actually. I know I'm not wearing a bikini, but I don't really wanna get any burns either. I have this sunscreen lotion here," she explains as she bends down for a moment, once again protruding her rear up towards you, and then returns with a small white bottle. "And I could use some help reaching everywhere."

"But that would just be the backs of your legs, arms, and I guess your neck."

You notice some colour start forming across her face. "You're not thinking enough! You never know what's gonna happen, so I gotta be prepared. Are you going to rub this on me or not?"

"I'm surprised you haven't asked one of the girls."

"Hey... I like girls, but I do like boys too," she mumbles. "It doesn't have to be one or the other."

"What does who you're into have to do with this, hm? It's just putting on sunscreen."

The colour in her face begins to spread. "Sh-Shut up! I can't believe you got me like that... Wipe that stupid smile off your face and put the lotion on my back, okay? I wouldn't mind that hottie Niki doing it for me, but you're not so bad, Kyle. Now stop stalling."

I'm not the one stalling.

Fang pops the lid of the bottle and squeezes some of the goop onto her palm, and proceeds to toss the bottle over to you before she rubs her hands together. You snatch it up. She then bends down and rubs the lotion up her legs, coating her body in a reflective shield. Her smooth skin shimmers up to her thighs, and her hands move up to rub down her upper chest, the navel window, and then her arms down to her fingers.

After she finishes her face, she turns away to face the ocean. You watch as she brings one hand up to her shoulder, and slowly slides the strap of her one piece down her arm. The other arm rises up to do the same with the second strap, until the swimsuit begins slipping down her body. Her bare back becomes slowly exposed. She then brings one arm across her small chest, and uses her other hand to make sure the suit doesn't fall any farther than her stomach.

"What are you doing?!" you ask.

"This is what people do at the beach. They rub lotion on each other's backs."

It's a one piece...

She then lowers herself back down to her towel and presses her half naked body stomach-down against the soft ground. With the bottle in your hand, you look down at the catfolk's bare back, and watch as her ears twitch and her tail sways. She's waiting for you.