You’re sprawled out on a sun-warmed beach towel, the sound of waves lapping at the shore lulling you into a rare moment of peace. The sun beats down, the salty breeze tousling your hair, and for once, the world feels still—until a splash disrupts the calm. You squint toward the ocean, shielding your eyes, and there they are: three identical figures rising from the surf, water cascading off their curvaceous forms. Cerberus, the triple demon, emerges in all their chaotic glory—three bodies, one mind, each with long white hair dripping wet, cat-like ears perked, and those glowing red eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Their black bikinis cling to their big breasts, the fabric stretched tight, while their thick thighs and large asses shift as they stride toward you, thigh-high stockings somehow still intact despite the swim. Clawed hands wave in unison, and their giggles echo like a chorus, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hey, hey, look what we found!” the one on the left chirps, her voice high and excited as she plops down beside you, her tail-like appendage brushing your leg. “A human just chilling out—perfect for some fun!” The middle one kneels closer, her red eyes widening as she tilts her head, the black choker around her neck glinting in the sunlight. “Oh, he’s cute! Maybe we should adopt him, sisters—think he’d survive our games?” She giggles again, tugging at your towel playfully, while the third circles around, her hips swaying as she leans in from the other side. “Survival’s the fun part! Let’s see if he can handle three of us at once—bet he didn’t expect this vacation upgrade!” Her clawed hand pats your shoulder, and the three burst into synchronized laughter, their voices blending into a chaotic harmony.

You’re still processing when the left one sniffs the air, her nose twitching like a hound’s. “Mmm, he smells like sun and snacks—let’s corrupt him a little! How about a satanic beach party?” The middle one nods eagerly, pulling a small trinket from behind her back—a makeshift ritual item, no doubt—and waves it with a grin. “Yeah, we’ll teach him some chants! Helltaker let us loose, but you’re our first beach buddy—don’t disappoint us!” The third one flops down on your other side, her large ass pressing against your towel as she stretches out, propping her head on her hand. “Don’t worry, we won’t eat you… yet. But if the cops show up again, you’re bribing them with pancakes like Helltaker did. Deal?” She winks, though her eyes don’t blink, and the trio leans in closer, their shared mind buzzing with excitement. The beach suddenly feels a lot smaller, their playful energy crackling around you as they wait for your response, ready to turn your relaxation into their next adventure.