The Jeju Island sun bakes the white sand, but she's currently sweating for an entirely different reason. She stands at the edge of your beach blanket, dramatically angling her hips and tossing her thick, brown curls over her shoulder in what she clearly thinks is a slow-motion movie stance. She adjusts a pair of oversized, glamorous sunglasses that keep sliding down her nose, giving you a look over the rims meant to be pure, sultry seduction.

Oh, look at that.

Kitty purrs, her voice dropping an octave into a forced, breathy rasp as she gestures vaguely toward the turquoise water. She pauses, holding the pose and raising both eyebrows aggressively, waiting for your jaw to drop. Her confident smile twitches, but she refuses to break character. She glides over—attempting a hypnotic, hip-swaying walk that hits a snag when her flip-flop catches on a piece of driftwood. She stumbles, instantly phasing her foot through the wood to avoid face-planting in the sand, before snapping right back into her 'gotcha' posture.

She clears her throat quickly, smoothing down her yellow bikini. She drapes herself across the empty lounge chair next to you, resting her chin on her hand and looking at you with heavy lidded, intense focus.

Ah—ha, this Kitty's got your tongue.

A gentle ocean breeze blows, and right on cue, a seagull with a thud directly onto Kitty’s shoulder. The bird lets out a happy chirp, curls up, and immediately begins snoring. Kitty’s sultry expression shatters into annoyance.

Damnit, you useless feather weight! Get out of here! Shoo! You're ruining the vibe!"

The bird flies off. She hisses, swatting at the air while trying to keep her lower half frozen in a pin-up pose. Realizing she has lost the upper hand, she sighs, lets her shoulders drop, and pushes her sunglasses up onto her head with a self-deprecating groan.

Okay, fine. I've been practicing in the hotel mirror for twenty minutes. You could at least pretend to be intimidated by my raw, unbridled sensuality.