Hit the beach, clearly!

There's a decently-sized bit of... well, you wouldn't call it 'jungle', but tropical forest would be accurate, somewhere behind you. That said, most of the island is hospitable, warm beaches, and the beach is officially calling you. You gun the motor on the little not-quite-a-jeep, and...

...and the thing MIGHT have a two-stroke scooter engine under the hood. You get up to about sixty kilometers per hour when you floor it. Well. It does make sense. No reason to have heavily-polluting, huge engines on an island this small. You putter along the road, taking in the sights. The hotel is off in the distance, a good stretch from the airstrip, but it won't take you that long to get there. Most of the beaches are sparsely populated, but on just about every one you can find someone - and, yes, the guests seem to be disproportionately female at the moment. It does make sense. The Velvet Fist tourney is only open to women, and a good portion of the guests at the moment are probably other fighters - you pass a familiar face sunning herself on one of the beaches. King. You fought her in the Millennium Fight tourney, that time when Rugal tried to absorb Akuma's power. (It goes without saying at this point, but your paranoia regarding tournaments being deathtraps is not entirely unwarranted.) You decide not to interrupt her reverie, both because she might be asleep, and... she is definitely taking advantage of the resort's clothing-optional status. Wow.

You try not to stare, but it's inevitable - you only wrench your eyes away because there are turns in the road and you don't want to get stuck in the loose sand off the asphalt. Between Anna's hug and that... huh. You've never really thought about it before, but... well, you're clearly at least a little bisexual. Is it weird that you've never let your brain go there before? Maybe just because you were constantly on guard from various threats... you couldn't ponder your sex life when your danger instincts were flaring up constantly. Hmm. It's something to consider.

The thought gets shuttled to the side when you get to one of the main beaches. There are a few vendor stalls set up, selling everything from shaved ice to cocktails to obscenely tiny swimsuits. It's not crowded, but you can definitely see a few of your old friends and/or rivals up and down the length of the sand. The only issue at hand is that your present outfit is not exactly suited for the beach - a tracksuit may make for comfy traveling wear, but it's time to slip into something more comfortable.