Welcome more of the girls.

The tall grass and leafy foliage whistle by the blow of a gentle sea breeze. From between, tanned hands part the way, and a gorgeous genie emerges from beyond the veil. Thin, translucent fabric aside, she's often garbed in what's already bikini adjacent, though that matters not. Meti the djinn steps forward with a stoic confidence, garbed in an iridescent swimsuit that wraps around her bust like a tube top, with both straps, thin and hardly visible, wrapped around the same right shoulder. The fabric glistens beneath the bright tropical sun.

Her bottoms are much the same, though there's a subtle frill around the waist. From them, she's further decorated by half a translucent skirt which wafts lightly in the wind like a trail of glistening mist behind her sashay forwards. She still has her hair tied up, as she always does, though she's removed her various pieces of jewellery. As lovely as they would look with the rest, she likely doesn't wish to lose them in the water.

For just a moment, despite there being another girl behind her, eyes remain on her graceful movements. She brings her hands up above her head, and presses her palms together. The roll of her shoulders, and the overall movements of her body are fluid, much like the waves shifting in and out just behind where you stand. The ease in which she moves, the sparkle in her eyes, the bounce of her body--it lures in your gaze. Though it only lasts so long before the attention of everybody shifts to the other, who seems the opposite in most ways except one. She's just as gorgeous.

Anastasia Phairgem is a noble, innocent girl from the Kingdom of Varat, where the Church of Lasis dominates with such certainty that the laws of the church and those of the land are intertwined. They dress far more modestly, and to those from Tivera, they come across as a colder, stricter folk, who rarely travel south to meet with their neighbours. Tensions have always existed between the two nations, with skirmishes in the past, though they've been at an uncomfortable peace for years now. Though when you see this girl, you know it's far more complicated than that. She's a warm, bright, radiant young woman, with a mind conflicted. Deep down, she knows what she wants, but it's far from the surface, and she's at a constant battle with what she's been taught versus who she wants to be.

Her bright red cheeks are as vibrant red as the hair upon her head, which runs down to her shoulders--now bare, unlike ever before. The bikini top she wears isn't skimpy per se, though it's clearly more than she's ever worn, and now that she's been exposed, your eyes briefly widen at the sight of what she was hiding. Her perky bust bounces within a red bikini top, trimmed black, with tiny strawberries covering both cups in an adorable pattern. Her bottoms are completely black, and tightly hug her curvy hips, just above luscious thighs. All she wears otherwise is an extremely thin, translucent, white shirt, if one could call it that. It isn't large enough to actually close, nor does it seem to have any buttons or the means to do so. It acts as a decoration, much like the half-skirt worn by Meti. It blows back from her shoulders as if her torso were accentuated by a radiant cloud that follows behind as she walks forward to meet Meti's steps.

Anastasia frantically tugs at the thin fabric of her shirt, though it's far more like a cape made from tissue paper than anything that could help. It doesn't even reach over her bust, providing an even more erotic show by accident as she squeezes her chest together in a futile attempt to cover up her half-naked body. She trembles nervously, as you swear her entire body is blushing. Meti acts as her only guard, but the girl's thin figure does little to conceal her either. The poor cleric doesn't know what to do.

But Meti turns, and she places a hand upon the girl's shoulder. "You look beautiful," she says. And with that, she steps onto the sand, leaving her to ponder those words on her own.

She doesn't realize straight away that she's now the only one on display. Her eyes open wider as she looks to all those watching.

Fang grabs her head, as if something is overwhelming her. "By the gods. She's so cute. I can't handle it," she mutters through struggled breaths. "And those strawberries. I want to eat them right now!"

You look to her and realize her attention seems especially on you. With as warm a smile as you can muster, you speak softly. "She's right. You look amazing. Like a princess from a distant land. Why don't you give us all a spin, and then come join us?"

She remains frozen in fear for a long moment. Then at last, she swallows, and begins to turn. Her bottoms squeeze her perky ass cheeks in a way that brings down everybody's eyes. When she glances back, it's an unintentionally adorable view of such a bashful gaze upon a stunning body. She then turns back to face you again, bows her head low as if she has no idea how else to end things, and then hurries on over to the group as to no longer be the center of focus.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

She brings her hands in, pushing them up against her breasts. Perhaps she still doesn't quite understand that it only makes her more alluring when she does that. "Y-Yes," she answers quietly before clearing her throat. "This is still not something I'm used to wearing. But I suppose... it d-does look very cute."

You now stand with Tom, Vodrani, Peony, Fang, Alice, Meti, and Anastasia. Luna smiles back as she readies herself to welcome in the next. The three main girls of your party still haven't appeared, and neither has Ariusia. Everyone seems to be enjoying the show. Tom and Vodrani seem moreso interested in each other, but Fang has reached maximum levels of investment. Peony squeezes in close against your side, and when Alice notices, she takes a subtle step closer until her arm is pushed against your other side.

Anastasia isn't far off, though she takes a step back as if to attempt to hide further, while Meti remains a mere step away from her.

You look to Alice. With a dryad already wrapped around one of your arms, you thread your other beneath the golem's, and she does the opposite of resist. In fact, she snuggles up closer without a word. It's almost impossible to wrap your mind around the reality of the situation. You're holding onto two gorgeous girls, while watching more present themselves in tantalizing swimsuits. Many would kill to be in the position you're in, and you don't even always consider it. On top of the sight you're able to behold, what truly causes your spirits to burn bright is the connection you can feel. Perhaps even without Invisible Ties, it would be something you'd notice. After all everyone's been though, the strength of your bond has never been stronger.

"I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, Kyle," Luna says, as if to suggest this show is specifically for you. Clearly the girls do enjoy dressing up, and Luna takes great pleasure and being the dresser, though it does seem that much of what she and the others do is in relation to their friend, their ally, and their king, Kyle Warren. "Next up is the last, but certainly not the least, of the new girls who have graced us today with their presence. You've seen Meti the djinn, Anastasia the cleric, but now prepare yourselves for a truly deadly gal. They say praying mantises tear off the head of their mate after breeding. Do you think she does the same? It might be worth it to find out... Come forward, Ariusia the mantidae insectrin."

Shredded grass is thrown up into the air by the slicing of sickles protruding from the back of a deadly predator. She slinks forward, as if on the hunt, and cuts her way into the open. Ariusia is wearing a one piece swimsuit to match her sharp stare and dangerous personality. It's jet black, and at first, it looks as if she's been wrapped in bondage. It consists of straps that wrap around her tits, down her stomach, and between her legs, like the weaving of webs crossing over one another, just enough to conceal what's important. It looks like what perhaps a succubus may wear, or some sort of spider queen, though this is no arachnid, and you doubt she'd be the girl to lose in a fight against one. She clenches her teeth--sharp canines pronounced even further by the expression--and while she doesn't seem to know at all how to model herself, she still hustles forward with skillful footfalls.

As she caresses her fingers up her hips and to her sides, she teases her tongue between her sharp fangs. "How do I look?" she asks, and then snickers. "I told your moth that I wanted to look like a sexy assassin or something, and she did amazing work."

"Mmm," Luna ponders with a finger tapping against her lips. "Your moth. I would prefer Luna, unless you wish me to remove that right now. I am the master seamstress who made it. Whether you believe me or not, I may be able to remove it with nothing more than... a flick."

For just a moment, you see genuine fear in the mantis' eyes. "Of course." She looks herself over, intrigued by the garment. "Luna. You're the best seamstress I've seen!"

"Much better," she replies with a giggle.

"She can eat my head," Fang says.

Ariusia glares back at her. "Maybe I will," she hisses. Then with a spin, she swings her back arms through the air, causing the sharp blades to whistle.

Luna takes a few steps back. "Woah there. Join the others, but keep the weapons to yourself."

"Right right," she says before meandering towards the crowd. "You know, I wasn't sure about this before. I've never had a beach party, or anything like that. I thought I'd feel more embarrassed to be honest, but this swimsuit thing is great, and everyone looks so wild and interesting."

"You wear a different smile," Meti comments.

"I don't know what that means. But you say a lot of things I don't understand."

Luna makes her way towards the forest as the others speak amongst each other. She places her delicate fingers upon the blades of grass. "I'm sure everybody wishes to enjoy the soft sand and cool water, so not to drag this on too long, allow me to introduce the final three girls and the swimsuits I've made for them. I hope you all spread word of this afterwards... Now that trade is opened, I wish for all to garb themselves in my creations." The moth takes in a deep breath, puffing out her chest before continuing with her show's finale.