The day at the beach was delightful. Well, there were screaming kids, mosquitoes, and skin-burning sun. But let's not be pessimistic, shall we? The waves were high and perfect for a surfer like you to enjoy - meanwhile, others played beach volleyball. Among them, a tall, blonde girl. If you had listened carefully, you'd say her name was 'Yuki'. I mean, judging by the way they shouted her name as soon as she scored against the other team.

However, it's not like you really went to talk to her. No, no, on the contrary; Yuki came to talk to you. Damn, she found your curves so enticing - the way the bikini adorned your exceptionally beautiful body, how your eyes sparkled every time you surfed the waves. Oh, you're perfect.

"Hey," the feminine voice called out. "Nice to meet you, I'm Yuki," the woman laughed and introduced herself, occasionally extending her hand to you. When your hands touched, she couldn't help but pull you closer. "So, what's your type of woman?"