Wait for the girls to change.

As you and Tom continue to watch the sea, suddenly a noise pulls both of your attention around right as Luna flutters back down to land at the border between grass and sand. She's wearing a stunning swimsuit that catches your eyes further, though she does stand alone. Thankfully there's no distress on her face. Everything is going according to her plan. She gestures a hand to the palm trees behind her and speaks as if announcing a show.

"Take your time," she says. "With me, and with the rest. A craftsperson wishes others to notice every detail of their work. In fact, if I see your eyes leave me for but a moment, I'll be sad. What I wear now of course I made myself, and the same extends to the rest. Are you ready to see them, boys? Because they're ready to show."

"... This is embarrassing!" calls out Niki from the distance.

Luna chuckles. "Oh just play long!" she calls back. "Unless you want me to come over there, and take back my work by ****."

As expected, her own swimsuit is elaborate. Vibrant, deep blue straps come down from around the back of her neck, meet at her collar bone by a golden clasp, and then wrap strangely from there. One curves around her right breast, and then down across her stomach below. The other stretches over her left breast, and meets the rest behind her back. Then by a second piece of gold, the straps attach to her bottoms, making it all technically a one piece. Hardly any is covered by how its shaped. The erotic way the spandex splits and wraps around her like ribbons crudely wrapping a present is tantalizing, though it isn't crude at all. Everything is done intricately, and specifically. She doesn't care her breasts are barely contained, because she has full trust in her work to hold.

It's all made with her wings in mind as well. Four brown spirals glisten from behind her back. The more you stare, the more she poses, bringing her hands up through her cloud of hair, and twists her spine to pronounce her hips. A stare behind bold lashes remains locked upon you, as if to silently beckon you to continue exploring every last inch of herself by gaze alone. She runs the tips of her fingers down her body, and offers you a wink before her show comes to an end. However, the rest is just beginning. She returns to gesturing behind herself.

"... Uh. I just need to grab something," Tom mutters. He walks strangely to the pile of bags, and pulls out a wicker basket. He shrugs, deeming that good enough. When he joins beside you again, he keeps it up over his groin, hiding something.

I can't exactly blame him for this one.

"First up!" Luna calls out, grabbing both your attention as well as the girls in waiting. "The leader of Claw Patrol. The vigilante. The frisky feline. Fang!"

Coming out from the tall grass like a parting curtain, the catfolk makes her way towards the beach. The first thing you notice isn't her swimsuit, but the fact that her hair isn't a mess. Her long pink locks have been neatly groomed back, nearly turning her into an entirely different person. You can't help but wonder how she'd look if completely done up. Her body may be petite, but she's adorably sexy in her new bikini. The strips down her shoulders are deep violet, but over her flat chest is an X of white, which wraps around to her back to a stitching of a paw, which you see as she turns to show her body in full. Beneath her fluffy pink tail are bikini bottoms, also violet on the front, though white on the sides, where cute ribbons tie it snug to her hips.

"Don't I look cute?" Fang says, arcing her back with ease as she poses herself like only a cat's body could. She sticks out her ass, which is normally quite alluring in her normal garb, though it seems her bottoms have been made to pronounce her cheeks even further. "Tell me, Kyle. Honest truth. What would I say if I saw a girl wearing this."

"You'd probably start drooling."

She laughs, pulling herself up straight with hands on her hips. "See I was thinking about suggesting a one piece, but I thought hey. The world should see my belly button." She then swiftly moves up to stand near the two of you. "Oh yeah. I asked Luna if I could go first, just so I could watch the show with you."

"That checks out," you respond.

Fang then looks to Tom. "Why the basket?"

"Oh, uh. Just might have some bread or something soon," he says back, sweating.

A smile slowly curls across her face.

He looks away, flustered. "Please don't say anything."