[ A nude beach is pretty much exactly the sort of thing that Trish expected to find in this place, and while Trish's first reaction to it was to be... less than thrilled, she decided to get in the spirit of things and skip the bikini, just to push her own limits a little. It's not like the little scraps of fabric would actually be hiding much anyway.
And that is when she remembers just how glorious it feels to swim naked. She has no idea why it makes such a huge difference to feel the water touch her entire body directly but oh boy, it does. She feels light and sleek and wonderful as she cuts through the waves, diving and splashing and laughing and not caring even a little bit that people can see her, and she certainly isn't really looking much at anyone else.
She has been an object of jealousy and desire and objectification for a large portion of her life, she isn't about to do it to other people even in a friendly sort of way. If flirtation happens, then she might ogle, but for the moment she is far too busy enjoying the water.
Eventually she gets out, grinning and out of breath, to flop down on a towel and just sort of lie there, feeling thoroughly blissed out.
4.
[ Trish is here to help, and the people here know it, so there is really no need for costumes and masks and the like, but the dream of being a masked superhero still lives, and since Trish has nothing better to do on this particular day she is sitting on the front porch of her hut doodling costume designs.
She is not very good at drawing.
Nor is she particularly good at coming up with catchy names for herself, but she tries, writing them down next to the costume designs.
"Angel."
"Succubus."
"Punchy Judy."
Okay so even she is sort of aware that she's not doing great here. With a sigh, she very maturely draws a little pile of poop.
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[ A nude beach is pretty much exactly the sort of thing that Trish expected to find in this place, and while Trish's first reaction to it was to be... less than thrilled, she decided to get in the spirit of things and skip the bikini, just to push her own limits a little. It's not like the little scraps of fabric would actually be hiding much anyway.
And that is when she remembers just how glorious it feels to swim naked. She has no idea why it makes such a huge difference to feel the water touch her entire body directly but oh boy, it does. She feels light and sleek and wonderful as she cuts through the waves, diving and splashing and laughing and not caring even a little bit that people can see her, and she certainly isn't really looking much at anyone else.
She has been an object of jealousy and desire and objectification for a large portion of her life, she isn't about to do it to other people even in a friendly sort of way. If flirtation happens, then she might ogle, but for the moment she is far too busy enjoying the water.
Eventually she gets out, grinning and out of breath, to flop down on a towel and just sort of lie there, feeling thoroughly blissed out.
4.
[ Trish is here to help, and the people here know it, so there is really no need for costumes and masks and the like, but the dream of being a masked superhero still lives, and since Trish has nothing better to do on this particular day she is sitting on the front porch of her hut doodling costume designs.
She is not very good at drawing.
Nor is she particularly good at coming up with catchy names for herself, but she tries, writing them down next to the costume designs.
"Angel."
"Succubus."
"Punchy Judy."
Okay so even she is sort of aware that she's not doing great here. With a sigh, she very maturely draws a little pile of poop.
"Captain doodoo."
Save her. ]