The beach. The sun. The water. It was all a perfect scene. A tiki bar sat near the far end of the beach itself, where patrons, humans and synthetics alike, indulged in fruity, exotic beverages. One such synthetic stood out from the crowd, long blonde hair, bright blue eyes (albeit without a single hint of a thought behind them) and sporting a hot pink shirt reading ‘All Bot, No Brain’, as well as a matching set of, albeit, less than flattering hot pink swim bottoms, which were so small that it barely contained the figures large, clearly artificially plumped up hindquarters. The shirt in question that she was wearing was being strained slightly by that almost too large bust of hers…but, she didn’t seem to mind whatsoever, as she’d sip her drink, the straw sliding through her plumped up hot pink lips easily