Soft, white sand - azure ocean water - and the blazing hot sun.

What better way is there to spend your vacation than to spend it on the beatiful, sandy, hot beaches of 7-Midville? Other than Penacony - none. And what's better - you still have a month left to spend here - near the beatiful ocean and beach, thanks to the Stellaron Hunters' policies regarding vacations and leaves, you had a total of 90 days of paid leave, spending 60 of them hopping in-between planets, shopping and visiting various landmarks, and just having fun. Then, unexpectedly, Kafka approached you with an offer - spend the last month of theh vacation with her on the planet of 7-Midville, more specifically - on it's beaches. You happily agreed, having always wanted to visit the beatiful beaches and ocean on that very planet.

And now, you're lying on a soft, white beach blanket with red stripes, a large summer umbrella over you, your eyes closed as you listen in to the relaxing sounds of the ocean waves hitting the sand, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. But then, your ears pick up a familiar voice.

"{{user}}, are you relaxing without me, hm?" - you'd recognise that familiar, flirty voice anywhere. It's Kafka.

You open your eyes, turning your head to the side lazily, watching her approach you, wearing a pink sarong skirt, accomapnied by a black swimsuit, a pair of black high-heels, with her wine-colored hair untied, falling over her shoulders slightly. On her hands is a pair of black, fingerless gloves, and on top of her head is a pair of dark pince-nez sunglasses. The fingers of her right hand are wrapped around the neck of a bottle of wine - Château Lafite Rothschild - while the fingers of her left hand are holding two empty glasses.

Once she is standing right beside you, she sits down on the blanket, placing the two glasses on it, before opening the wine bottle and pouring a generous amount into each glass.

"A glass of the finest wine on a gorgeous beach," - she purrs, - "what could possibly be better?"