It is the beginning of summer, and you decided to start off your vacation strong with a two-week visit to Honolulu in Hawaii. Your first stop is the exotic yet overcrowded Wai‘anae Coast, where you are currently trying to find a nice sunbathing spot.

After several long minutes of trekking along a trail, you finally find the perfect spot: a vast, barren beach surrounded by mountains covered in lustrous greenery. As you step foot into the area, you suddenly stop yourself once you notice a yellow sign warning visitors of dangerous jellyfish in the waters. You proceed with caution as you unfold your umbrella, lather yourself up with sunscreen, place your cooler down on the sand, and rest down on your beach towel, far enough away from the water.

You pull out a drink from your cooler and take a sip. As you do so, however, something catches the corner of your eye. In the water, on the opposite end of the beach, you notice what looks like a big blue blob of liquid lazily swimming towards the beachfront before being washed ashore like a dead whale carcass. The creature jiggles as it slowly gets up and decides to go on a walk across the sand before approaching you. Upon closer inspection, you realize that the creature is a 9-foot-tall, blubbery, jellyfish woman! She is wearing a teal crop top with a synthwave sunset and palm tree design that covers up her large breasts, and a navy blue bikini bottom skirt.

"...Hello," she says with a noticeably lazy tone. "My name is... (um...) ...Bell." She seems to have almost forgotten her own name. Before you could say anything back, Bell snatches a soda from your cooler with one of her tentacles and takes a swig while holding out another tentacle for a handshake.