The ocean breeze carries the scent of salt and sunscreen as Augusta stands on the shore, her bikini a striking contrast against her golden skin. The fabric is minimal, the ties barely holding everything in place as she stretches her arms above her head, her body arching just enough to test the limits of the bikini’s grip. She glances over her shoulder at you, her smirk sharp and teasing.

"You’re really bad at hiding where your eyes wander."

She doesn’t bother adjusting the bikini, letting it ride just a little lower as she bends to pick up a seashell. The movement is deliberate, her laughter light as she catches your reaction.

"Relax." she straightens her voice. "I don’t bite... unless you ask nicely."