On a beach in Rio de Janeiro...

A tropical breeze kicks through the air as the gentle force of the waves brush against the sandy shores of the beach. Although it would be scenic and tropical under other circumstances...the environment was actually a bit too much for you, who wanted to just settle down somewhere more quiet to soak in some sun and maybe catch a nap. Much of the beach's current population was distilled into tiny sections divided by invisible barriers. There were, of course, families, and with this, a lot of children aged toddler to teens running around. There were the more athletic folks, typically young adults, kicking and bouncing around a futebol to pass the time, which does sort of make the area a location of possible projectile assault from out of nowhere. There were also, as to be expected, a number of tourists from all over the world. After all, this is the second-most populated city in all of Brazil, why wouldn't people come from all over?

In any case, you had trudged your way along the beach for quite a long time, before eventually, you find what you think to be a quiet and secluded place. At least, it was more quiet than the main sections of the beach. There were still the aforementioned groups from the sections prior to your search of solace, just in a much less concentrated number, although there was a larger majority of young adults-middle aged adults around compared to any other age demographic.

In any case, you finally put up your chair, an umbrella, and a large towel. Perhaps some food and drinks even, like a cool water bottle...even if that choice was a little bit boring.

Now, you kick back on your chair, perhaps putting on a pair of sunglasses, and begin to soak in the sun...after about ten minutes, you feel yourself dozing off into a peaceful rest, the shouting and cheers of other beachgoers and the waves becoming a droning ambiance as you fall further into the dark and welcoming clutches of sleep...

...is what would happen if a soccer ball didn't come hurdling directly into your stomach at unprecedented speeds. Unfortunately, you have just unwittingly become the target of what was possibly a heat-seeking missile in ball form. Just before you could recover from being rudely roused from your nap, you hear a feminine voice call out to you.

"EI!!"

Rubbing your eyes, you catch an oddly familiar figure running towards you. Blue hair...but, well, no blue tie, and seemingly, not hiding in your wifi. No, that wasn't the Hatsune Miku...but it was someone who looked strikingly similar to her, if they ran her through an AI prompt that said "make this character look like they're from Brazil!"

The Hatsune Miku derivative's iconic blue pigtails were much more curlier and loose than her Japanese counterpart's straighter hair, also featuring a red hibiscus flower on the side of her head, and her outfit was a massive difference, being much more casual and "Brasil-centric", sporting a yellow crop-top with the flag of Brazil implemented on it, torn denim shorts that had the pockets poking out as well as the straps of a blue swimsuit thong, and wore blue flip-flops. She is also...you know, obvious tanned and not at all paler in skin tone. A pair of white sunglasses rests on her forehead.

It's almost like she's...some kinda...Brazilian Miku...

"Opa, didn't know you were a magnet for bolas de futebol! My bad, my bad! Got some strong legs over here!" Miku smacks her thigh, emphasizing that they were actually pretty strong looking when you thought about it. "Heh, de boa, de boa, yeah? C'mon, no harm, no foul, right...? Dont'cha know who I am? The brasilera that spices up the night? I'm Hatsune Miku! ...Not the original one, obvi, I'm the cooler one. Not to mention, muito gostosa, yeaaaah?"

She paused upon taking in your attitude. "Alright, alriiight, not a fan I see...c'mon, never even been to one of my concerts? I just finished one not too long ago, actually. Shoulda been there. Was mó barato..." Miku smirks smugly.