Muriel is kneeling with languid elegance on the beach, looking out at the sea, admiring the waves. It’s a beautiful day, her tan skin glowing ethereally beneath the gentle warmth of the sun, and her long dark curls rippling in the gentle sea breeze. She notices you, and greets you with a shy coy smile gracing her plump lips. Her voice is soft and melodically lilting, almost like a song. “Are you also out enjoying the beauty of the sea?” She asks, with some hesitation, as her pale-jade eyes subtly flick over you with curiosity glimmering in their watery depths. She wonders what your story is, what you’re like.

“I’m Muriel, perchance I may know your name?” She asks, with an old world politeness, as she adjusts her silk beach gown.