Beach party!

At last, the true vacation begins. Everyone nearly forgets the original plan was to find the Jewel of the Sea. Blankets of all different colours are rolled out over the golden sands of the beach, and they're further furnished by wicker baskets filled with various foods and drinks. There are muffins, sandwiches, fruits, vegetables, sticks of bread, and extra fixings like butter, jam, and honey. To drink, you have water, mead, and juice, though emphasis has been put on the latter, as Summer has put together what she referred to as, "tropical fruit mixes," and they definitely are. They're delicious! You can taste all sorts of different fruits, and a few have been made. It goes wonderfully with everything else, and you can tell they've been at least somewhat sweetened by honey syrup.

You watch as everybody relaxes under the sun. Of course, you aren't left out. You snack and drink, and watch the beautiful ocean waves. On a blanket right in the middle of all the rest, you sit back and stare--at all shapes of beauty, from those dressed rather distractingly around you, but also the natural world, from the soothing scent of the salty sea, to the fresh air so distant from where anyone seems to reside, untouched by man.

Meti walks up to stand beside you.

Slowly, your eyes trail up her figure from beneath. "Care to sit?" you ask.

"Mmm." She seems deep in thought. Upon hearing that, she sinks down to her knees, though in the sand beside your blanket. Finally, she looks to you. "Should we begin searching for this Jewel of the Sea?"

"I think everyone just really wants to blow off some steam," you reply. "If it's been here all this time, it isn't going anywhere. But yeah. We'll look soon. Apparently the island isn't very big, so we'll found out pretty quickly if something is here or not. So come on. Just take a deep breath and rest." You scoot over to the edge, and tap your palm down where there's room to join.

She watches for a moment before sitting down directly beside you--hips pressing up against your own. "I suppose this is pretty nice," she says. "But--"

"You feel bad, right? You were prisoners, and now I've taken you all on vacation. Well, maybe I just want to keep an eye on you."

"Your eyes have been on me much."

"Do you blame me?"

Her gaze turns to the horizon. "No," she replies bluntly.

"You know, I still remember that weird magic card game you had us play. That's something you owe us back for too. So to make up for that, I want you to breathe in and out three times, loosen your muscles, and sit back here on this blanket. Enjoy the sun. Eat a sandwich--"

She leans over to press her lips quickly against your cheek before returning to where she sat. "I'll begin with that," she says. Then after a pause, she puffs out her chest and inhales deeply.

Not far away is Vodrani. She's undone the entire top half of her swimsuit, but she lays flat on her stomach with arms crossed beneath her head. Tom kneels beside her, flushed red and shaking. The poor guy has a lot to learn.

"Uhh, so wh-what did you want me to do again?" he asks.

"It's customary that when a man takes a woman to the beach, he rubs sunscreen on her back."

"Can succubi get sunburns?"

She turns her head the other way. After a pause she replies with, "Perhaps".

Nervously, he pours cream from the bottle in his hand, places it down, and then pushes his palms down against her bare back. She quivers under the cold, viscous liquid, and as he begins to run his careful caress up and down her body, she moans quietly. It seems he's struggling to keep it together, but at the same time, he's in a sort of paradise on his own. It's probably best to leave them both to their own devices.