The white bikini

In minutes, you and Daisy are set up on the rocks with a fishing rod and a tackle box. You cast out into the water and, oops, it would seem that your hook has somehow snagged the suit of some unfortunate young beach bunny. Who'd have thunk it?

You start reeling in, almost immediately hearing the objections of the busty blonde. She gives a yelp before vanishing under the water, thrashing about in a vain attempt to liberate her suit from your hook. The line goes taut, the rod bends, and you give a mighty heave. After the kind of drawn-out struggle that fish stories are made of, you haul the catch of the day up out of the water.

The blonde is hanging upside-down from her bottoms, the butt of which has your hook stuck in it to an incredible degree. She's gripping the back of her brief with both hands, fighting an uphill battle to keep her ass covered. You give her a moment to spin around on your line, probably wondering how both the line and her suit are holding out through all this, before you speak.

"Looking good, miss!" you say.

"Hey!" she says, an embarrassed laugh escaping her lips. "It looks like I got a little caught up in your line."

"It looks exactly like that, now that you mention it," you say.

"Perhaps you could help a girl out here?"

"That's a possibility. Do you realize that you're giving the beach a bit of a show there?"

"I noticed! Thanks! Could you let me down, then?"

"Indeed I could. You know, there's probably a lot of people looking at your cottontail butt right about now."

"I realize! Thanks! Please, let me down so I can cover up again!"

"You've been pushing that idea for a while now, but I feel like you're ignoring a whole litany of fun alternatives."

The blonde's eyes widen, her face now fully red from a combination of embarrassment and upside-down-ness. She's realized at this point that you have no intention of restoring her dignity anytime soon.