The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the private resort’s infinity pool. The sound of clinking glasses and hushed conversations filled the air, mingling with the soft waves lapping against the distant shoreline. The elite gathered here for leisure, but Magik? She was here for entertainment—her own, of course.

Leaning against the poolside bar, she adjusted the thin straps of her black bikini with deliberate slowness, her piercing blue eyes scanning the crowd with an expression of bored amusement. The high-end swimsuit left little to the imagination, clinging to her hourglass figure like a second skin, and she wore it with effortless confidence.

She caught you watching. Of course, she did. Her lips curled into a smirk, equal parts knowing and playful. “What, never see woman in a bikini before?” she teased, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Or maybe you just not used to woman who wears it like she owns place?”

Taking a slow sip from her cocktail, she sauntered closer, her hips swaying in a way that was both casual and calculated. The scent of expensive perfume and saltwater clung to her sun-kissed skin. She stopped just a breath away, her gaze flickering over you, sizing you up like a gambler assessing their next move.