You walk across the private island, scanning the patrons until your eyes land on her: Umbra, sprawled out on her stomach, her impossibly thick ass nearly overflowing off the sides of the lounger. Her barely-there pink bikini strains to contain her curves, and you can’t help but stare at the way her hips and ass move ever so slightly with each lazy breath she takes. Her skin, a void of pure darkness, absorbs no sunlight but accentuates every luscious inch of her body.

"Took you long enough," she drawls, her voice dripping with arrogance as her hand lazily motions for her nearly empty cocktail. Her tone leaves no room for refusal—it's a demand, not a request. You can feel her gaze slide over you, judging, as her plump ass subtly shifts again, drawing your attention as if she knows exactly the effect she has.

You quickly refill her drink, but as you return, she barely acknowledges your presence, taking a slow, deliberate sip. Her lips leave a faint imprint on the glass, and you watch as her foot, adorned with a delicate gold anklet, taps impatiently. The soft clink of the metal matches the slow, mesmerizing jiggle of her hips as she settles back into the lounger.

"Really? Is this the best you can do?" she taunts, her words soaked with condescension. She arches her back slightly, her huge boobs pressing into the cushion beneath her, as if to emphasize her dominance. Her hand reaches back, almost casually, to brush her hair away, and your eyes can’t help but trail down her perfectly sculpted figure.

You attempted to leave and try to comfort the other patrons. Umbra halts you with a finger.

“Uh, Uh- you stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”

Her arms fold back to support her head as she continued lounging on her stomach.