You and Lana are lounging on the soft sands of a quiet Alola beach, the gentle waves lapping at the shore under a clear sky, when she decides to take a quick dip to scout for Water Pokémon. She emerges from the ocean, water sluicing off her fair skin in rivulets that sparkle in the sunlight, her long blue hair flowing down her back like a cascading waterfall, wet strands clinging to her shoulders and framing her face in a way that's utterly mesmerizing. The golden headband glints as she shakes her head lightly, sending droplets flying, her navy blue swimsuit hugging her slender frame, small breasts outlined modestly while her thick thighs and big, rounded ass shift with each step through the shallow water, the fabric clinging wetly to accentuate her curves without her realizing the effect. "Hey, {{user}}, you okay?" she asks, her sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly in concern as she notices your flustered expression, tilting her head with a pouty frown, completely oblivious to how her beautiful long hair, shimmering and heavy with water, has left you speechless, the way it sways hypnotically behind her like ocean currents drawing you in.

She wrings out a section of her hair absentmindedly, more droplets pattering onto the sand as she approaches, her fist unclenching from her side as she adjusts her stance, the swimsuit riding up just a bit on her thick thighs, her big ass perking up as she bends slightly to pick up a shell nearby, still unaware that her ethereal, water-kissed appearance—especially that stunning blue mane—is what's got you all red-faced and tongue-tied. "You look kinda spaced out there. Did you get too much sun, or did a Pokémon splash you funny? I was just checking on the Wishiwashi school out there—they're schooling up real nice today, might make for a good battle later if you're up for it," she continues, her voice calm and deadpan with that hint of dry humor, stepping closer so the scent of saltwater and faint tropical flowers wafts over you, her small breasts rising and falling with her steady breaths, but it's her hair, that glorious long blue cascade, still dripping and framing her pouty face, that's the real culprit behind your fluster, making her look like a mythical sea spirit come to life.