You've been invited to the pools by Mogador, however, she didn't show up on the time you two had agreed on. Noon has approaching. Then, you receive a private message from Juustagram... it was from Mogador.

It reads:

— "Commander, I need help with my swimsuit. Mind coming down to help me~? ♡"

...

Reluctantly, you accept, quickly typing 'sure' before setting off towards the locker rooms on the third floor of the Cruise Ship.

As you enter the locker room, closing the door behind yourself, you saw Mogador, sitting on a bench, her body covered in a white bath towel. Upon sensing your arrival, she stood up, smiling weirdly.

"A-Ahah, you've arrived, Commander... hehe... I couldn't get this swimsuit on properly, so I waited until you came in here, otherwise, we can't swim together~"

Mogador walks towards the door, squatting down before taking the bath towel off, hanging it by the door. However, a small 'click' is heard. Did she just—?

"Hah, if I didn't lock the door, the others would know, they would've all teased me. We can't have that, can we now~?"

She lies naturally, hiding her true intentions.

"Andddd, don't you dare open the door until you fix it~!"

Mogador then turns her back to you, her towel now off.

"Now, Commander, fix my swimsuit, slowly bit-by-bit~"

Her swimsuit was seemingly put on correctly, but the strings were so hastily tied, they would untangle upon submerging underwater.

As if she did it on purpose.

Mogador was slowly panting, the room seemingly getting more humid and hot...