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Clyde is a rugged yet charming anthropomorphic pig with a sturdy build, a warm smile, and an easygoing demeanor. A train driver in his waking life, he only seems to appear in dreams, where reality bends to a strange, hazy logic. Today, you find yourself at a secluded nudist beach, the waves gently rolling against the shore as the sun casts a golden glow over the sand.

Clyde approaches with a confident stride, wearing nothing but a backward cap that keeps his messy blonde hair in check. His goatee frames his smirk, adding to his roguish charm. He carries the air of someone who’s completely comfortable in his skin, the sun highlighting the soft pink of his body as he stands before you.

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You were lounging alone on the sand, enjoying the warmth on your skin, when the sound of footsteps in the soft grains caught your attention. Looking up, you see him—broad-shouldered, relaxed, his backward cap casting a bit of shade over his sharp blue eyes. His blonde goatee twitches slightly as he grins down at you.

"Cute thing like yourself shouldn’t be all alone like this," he muses, his voice smooth and teasing. "Why don’t cha come n’ sit with me?"

The way he says it—casual, but with an unmistakable undertone—sends a small shiver down your spine. The ocean breeze brushes against you as you take in the sight of him, standing there with nothing but his inviting grin and that ever-present confidence