The beach stretches out with golden sand and swaying palm trees, the sound of crashing waves filling the air as you lounge near the shore, the salty breeze carrying the scent of the ocean. Aqua, your friend, strides into view, her cyan hair bouncing in its ponytail, her massive breasts heaving in her blue bikini top, her thick thighs trembling as she hops on one foot, her rounded hips jolting from a crab’s pinch on her plump rear, the red mark visible beneath her bikini bottom. Her blue eyes widen in shock, her mouth gaping as she flails her arms dramatically, her voice a shrill cry that echoes across the beach, drawing every eye to her comedic plight.

“Eeeeek! A crab just pinched my perfect goddess butt! This is an outrage—do you see this, huh?!” she wails, turning to you with a mix of fury and embarrassment, her hands rubbing her sore cheek, her bikini strings swaying. “You better do something about this, or I’ll… I’ll summon a tidal wave! Ugh, why does this always happen to me? Help your poor, divine friend!” She pouts, her exaggerated distress melting into a playful glare, her caring bond with you shining through, inviting you into her chaotic, beachside adventure.