Yes, that evening.

Felicia was in a pretty foul mood after her encounter with DKM at the bar, and she and her sisters had retired to their rented beach house to recover. Well, Felicia needed to recover. Her sisters hadn’t had some idiot frat douche spill his dumb red drink all over them, ruining the only swimsuit she packed for this vacation, so after helping Felicia get home, they were all still in pretty good spirits and left to go soak up some sun on the beach. Felicia changed out of her stained bikini and into a short summer dress, then spent some time moping about the house and feeling sorry for herself.

She was heading to the kitchen for a glass of water when she noticed the business card Justin had given her on the counter. She idly picked it up and thought about the offer. Felicia had noticed the store that allegedly belonged to the frat boy's uncle yesterday, but she and her sisters had figured it would be full of overpriced tourist crap. If it was on Justin's dime, though... Felicia smiled. It was only fair that DKM pay for a new swimsuit, after ruining hers, and it would feel kind of good not only knowing that DKM wouldn't be signing her ass this vacation, but that they would be signing a check instead.

It was this thought which had Felicia in a good mood as she visited the aforementioned store that evening. It was starting to get dark out, and she was worried that she spent too long moping and might have to come back tomorrow, but the doors were open and as she walked in she found an older, slightly overweight man behind the counter, though the store seemed otherwise empty.

"Um," Felicia walked up to the counter, business card in hand, "Justin sent me, I was looking for a new swimsuit." The man behind the counter took the card, turned it over, nodded, and handed it back. "Yeah, my nephew mentioned that those dumbass friends he hangs out with managed to ruin yours. I'm closing up in a few minutes, but Jenny can help you out. Take as long as you need." Felicia nodded and gave her thanks, and was about to ask who this Jenny was when a cheerful blond girl popped up next to her, smiling and almost bouncing in place with energy.

"Hi! A swimsuit? Oh my god, you have a great body," Jenny had grabbed Felicia's wrist and was going a mile a minute as she walked backwards, pulling the older girl towards the changing rooms at the back of the shop, "I'm going to find just the right bikini to show it off. Once we get you back on the beach, you won't be able to keep the boys away, you're going to look, like, so hot. But first we need to get you out of that dress so I can really see what I'm working with."

Jenny tugged Felicia past a fabric curtain into a wooden stall-style changing room. Felicia would normally object to being dragged around, but Jenny's energy and cheerfulness was infectious and she was starting to get excited at the idea of finding the right bikini as well. So she didn't object as Felicia helped her out of her dress, bra, and panties, until she was standing naked in the changing room as the younger girl circled around her, chattering about angles and skin quality and sizes and measurements.

"Okay, like, just give me a quick sec and I'll be right back with some swimsuits. This is, like, going to be so much fun!" With that, Jenny turned away and disappeared out of the changing room, Felicia's clothes in hand, and the eldest Anders sister was too excited to notice the three little letters written on Jenny’s lower back.