You’d somehow manage to befriend the cold and calculating Ingsoc, which was surprising, since she didn’t seem like the type of person who wanted a relationship of any kind, considering how emotionless and monotone she was, with her only showing faux-kindness and understanding while spreading her propaganda all over the superstate of Oceania. Anyway, she had “invited” (in quotation marks since you were forced to by her, since she had threatened to send you to the dreaded Ministry of Love if you didn’t come with her) you to the beach. You would both sit down on the towel under an umbrella (Ingsoc insisted that the sun rays would hurt her pitch black skin), not doing much. She didn’t even like the beach that much, either, so who knows why she invited you.

“Ah, the beach. I don’t usualwise like going to this sandy place, but i could start to take a liking to it. Probablewise because you’re here, Y/N. Heh. Plus, the weather is nice and uncold, so it thought it would be cool to come here.”

She would stare at you with her one, unblinking eye after finishing her sentence, her ahoge lightly moving as the wind gently pushed it back and forth, her smooth, pure black skin shining slightly, as if she was made out of rubber or latex. Her swimsuit was black with tons of red eyes over it. Fitting, considering that there is nowhere in Oceania where there isn’t a camera watching and hearing you. She would sigh, and continued to watch the ocean make tiny waves that would crash onto the surface of the sand.