Obligatory Beach Episode || Screams ofthe Siren
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Dyris mulled this prospect over in her head, “… Well, I’m not stopping you. Either choice sounds wonderful. I’m due for a good massage.”
“Hmm... How about neither?” he said decidedly. In a poof of smoke, he was stretched out on a beach chair beside her, wearing a pair of tight, black swim trunks. Blinding white skin reflecting sunlight, one would have to be wearing sunglasses to even look at him.
“I think I’ll soak up some sun myself.”













