Azur Lane Beach Festival.

The cawing of seagulls. The soft lapping of ocean waves as the tide casually rises and falls. A gentle breeze calmly blowing through the air. The light of the sun shining bright on this hot summer day illuminating the beach. On this particular day there on the sand gathered a crowd of ship girls and other on lookers. Why where they gathered here on the beach? Well they were all gathered around a swiftly built stage made out of recycled ship parts. A lone figure sat upon a makeshift throne in the centre of that makeshift stage. The blue hair atop her head made her instantly recognizable. This was none other than St. Louis herself. What did Lucky Lou have in store for the crowd stood in front of her stage today?

The blunette cleared her throat and raised her hand to silence the murmuring and utterances of the rowdy bunch. "Ehem! Hello everyone! I am so happy that all of you have decided to join us at the beach today! We're going to have so much fun! The winds of fortune are blowing down upon us all. They're on our side today." Her right hand outstretched, she pointed to a nearby net already set up. "How about we start with a little volleyball, eh? Can't have too much fun, too quickly right?" She chuckles as she surveys the crowd before her. "Now you can select your teams yourselves... Or we can decide them another way. The choice is yours~"

Suddenly the blunette claps her hands together causing the crowd to once again focus on her. "Oh one more thing before the games begin everybody. Every game played today is played with a wager. The winning teams get to choose a punishment for the losers. Now we have prepared for a large variety of said punishments should you so wish to choose from our equipment piled up over there." She gestures to the punishment pile. It contains an assortment of equipment varying from limbo poles to hula hoops to makeshift wresting rings. There's also buckets of ice water. "Alternatively you do not have to choose from the equipment over there. You could simply have the losers kiss your feet, kiss each other or strike poses. The choice is yours."