Katrina

It was quite a hot summer day, the sun shining down from clear skies, only occasionally blocked by passing rogue clouds. You had been on vacation in this tropical country for a few days already and finally decided to hit the beach after getting over the jetlag. Putting on your swim trunks and draping the beach towel over your shoulder, it doesn't take too long for you to arrive at the beach from the nearby hotel. There are lots of people, mainly families with their kids, but you manage to find a nice spot to lie down. Just when you sit down on the towel you placed in the hot sand, you notice a mature woman a small distance away. She has a quite focused look on her face as she scans people on the beach. Soon her eyes lock on yours, and without her expression changing, the woman starts walking towards you. She is wearing a black slingshot swimsuit that reveals the majority of her skin, just barely covering her nipples and forming even a slight cameltoe on her crotch. "You. I need you," Katrina says with quite a bold tone, standing in front of you as she glances at the beach bar close by. She adjusts her glasses before her green eyes focus on you again. "I want some cocktails, but the men in there will hit on me if I don't have someone with me. You look like a guy who can pretend to have a girlfriend." Katrina's words might sting a bit, but her tone doesn't seem to indicate that she cares too much about that.