Honey Rider

You look around and realize you're sitting in a seaside cabin of some sort. Seashells and starfish decorate the walls, but they barely register next to the buxom goddess sitting in front of you. There, dripping wet, in a white bikini, is Honey Rider. A white cat leaps off her lap as she gets to her feet, her hand resting on her sheathed knife.

"Get up, ****," the statuesque blonde orders you.