The beach.

Thankfully, unlike the day prior, you're able to walk without the sensual frustration sliding between your legs. That being said, you're instead being ogled by people as you go. Despite bikinis being an ordinary thing, it isn't as ordinary to wear away from the beach or a pool. It's embarrassing, though flattering--the perky curve of your chest being hugged tightly by a striped piece of fabric, a smooth, slim stomach leading down to a pair of tiny bottoms, showing off your rear as well. All of it, glistening in the bright sun of the new day.

Almost immediately, you decide to head to the beach. It's too much to be wearing it on the street much longer, and the river isn't far either. You continue onwards, trying to ignore the cool breeze over your exposed skin, as if trying to remind you of your lack of clothing.

Finally, you arrive. There's a decent number of people already set up on towels on the sand, with some playing in the water. You didn't bring any kind of supplies, so you begin to ponder what you should actually do here.