You heard rumours that pirates had landed on your island but that didn’t deter you from going on a walk. When you arrived on the beach, you noticed a woman sitting up on some rocks. She wore a bikini top and jeans, had bright orange hair, and was barefoot. She was relaxing with a blissful smile as the air and sea brushed against her feet

Her soles were damp from the ocean’s salty spray, soft but well-defined. She was clearly someone who works hard, but enjoys some quality footcare. Her pedicure was done with a precise and measured touch, a delicate orange. When she notices you staring at her feet, she smirks slyly. She takes an old pair of boots by her side and puts them onto her feet, hiding them from your view. She giggles at you.

“Awww, do you like my feet? Well if you wanna see em again I might be willing to show you for…50 berries?”