Look to the voice.

His radiant body stands sparkling under the vibrant sunshine. He's tall and handsome, and has a head of thick, soft blue hair that rolls down around his elven ears. When you look to him, he returns with a piercing blue stare. Though instead of a suit of armour, the great Sir Elyndar Imaeris poses in a tiny, bright red speedo that you wish you didn't have to see. On the bright side, any worry of becoming stiff again from the last interaction is a thing of the past. Though upon seeing him, you can't believe it at first. It takes you a moment for it to sink in.

Behind him is a young man with short blond hair you haven't seen before. He seems younger than you, though more than a child. Still, it's a bit much to be made to carry all of the elf's belongings. At least it doesn't look like his armour is there, but his sword, shield, and whatever else is in the bag, looks rather heavy.

How is he here?!

You make your way towards the elf, absolutely baffled and filled with frustration. His smug grin alone is enough to make your blood boil at this point.

He brings his hand up through his hair and whips it back. "I heard there was a party here, even attended by the famous Lady Nyllia Tesgella, so surely my invite was lost in the mail. I would not miss a beach party for the world! I hope I am not too late to make things truly fun."

It seems that many of the girls don't really know who he is and begin whispering amongst each other. Those you were with that saw him previous unfortunately know him fully well, though people like Vivi or even Dajy and her succubi seem blissfully unaware. You watch as he looks over everybody else for a long moment before finally bringing his gaze back to you.

"You are the only boy here," he says.

"We're actually trying to do a ritual here, so it'd be best if you left. If we screw up the number of people here, we won't be able to make the spirit of the witch pass on."

"Are you telling me to leave? After you so rudely took advantage of me to sucker-punch my face, I will certainly not listen to you."

Lady Tesgella walks straight over and puts a hand on her hip. "He is right, Mr. Imaeris. Adding even one more to this party would disrupt the ritual in question, so I politely request that you leave us. It is not a party. It is a quest."

"Oh... Well, if that is the case, then why does he not just leave and I take his place? If there is a battle to be had, would you not rather have someone stronger?"

He isn't going to leave, is he? And I don't have my weapon anywhere near me. Not that I'd really want to do battle with him... but he doesn't have his weapon either. At least, not in his hand. I hate to admit it, but he looks physically stronger than me anyway. I can't give him he satisfaction of beating me in a fight. I gotta get him to leave another way.

"In a fight, you are perhaps stronger, especially if our foe is undead," Nyllia says. She looks to you, but quickly back to the man. "However, he is the one leading this quest. I request yet again that you leave us, Mr. Imaeris. We can quest together another time."

"Then I will replace one of the others. Surely I would make a better fit than most if not any of them."

This is just sad.

"Technically, we'd have to make two people leave if your squire boy there is staying," Eva says as she walks up behind you. "I think it would just be easier for us to have an actual beach party another day. Sorry you dressed up in... that... for nothing."

Imaeris clenches his teeth. "It is a foolish decision to leave out a seasoned warrior. If this is the Wicked Witch of the Sea, I have heard of her. She is incredibly dangerous. With my paladin skills, I am an invaluable ally."

This is going nowhere.

You walk up next to him and stare him dead in the eyes. "Are you going to leave us?"

"Absolutely not," he replies.

"Then I won't feel bad for this."

He reacts as if you're going to strike, but there's no weapon in your hand. You take advantage of his confusion. As you turn, you lap your hand firmly against his back and utter the magic word, "Pleasure," with a medium about of mana put into it.

His eyes widen. Suddenly, the rod between his legs rises up, and there's effectively no room for it at all in that tiny speedo. He cringes as it presses up against the inside of the material, and he lowers his hands in humiliation at his obvious erection. He flushes red, and looks around at the eighteen girls all staring directly at him in his moment of vulnerability. There's nothing he can do. Not only is he hard, but incredibly aroused. All he can think to do is turn away, and he starts hustling away in an awkward waddle.

"D-Damnit!" he shouts. "Next time... Next time I will get you back for this, Kyle!"

"It isn't my fault you can't control yourself!" you yell back and watch him and his assistant run into the distance.

However, as you turn around, all the curious eyes are now on you.