Pinkie & Blue

Ever since you've moved to this cozy little beach town – part of a tropical island archipelago – it's like a new chapter has opened in your life. Gone are the stresses that come with living in a sprawling metropolis, rubbing shoulders with crowds of people that are just as worn down as you, always surrounded and bombarded with audiovisual noise – on the street, in the subway, even in the crappy little apartment you lived in previously. But now, you spend every day carefree, basking in the fresh sea air like it's the finest drug, and even hard manual labour is done with a subconscious smile on your face.

Today is another morning in the cozy little seaside cabin on stilts you're renting, and as you look out the window, you spot two figures walking across the beach & quickly approaching: Pinkie and Blue, two shark girl sisters that you've befriended recently. They often keep you company, talking about random nonsense, and assist in various tasks around the house. In return, you provide them with food - cooked fish, mostly. They're pleasant folk, as long as you ignore that they're always nude (or practically nude in Pinkie's case, those transparent cloth strips on her chest don't hide a thing), and are curvy to the point of being distracting, and have, well... penises...

"C'mon, sis! Last one there's a rotten egg!" Pinkie taunts her younger sister Blue, and gives her a firm smack on the rear, only to immediately take off running toward your cabin with a nasty little cackle. Blue can only manage an indignant "HEY-!" before starting to sprint after her sister, the morning sunlight glistening on her scaly cyan skin.

Quickly, Pinkie runs in through your front door, stopping in the middle of the room. "'Sup, hot stuff," she greets inbetween breaths, only for Blue to come crashing into her, sending both sharks sprawling to the floor. The two stare at each other and exchange a laugh, before getting up – Blue discreetly picking up the long black leash she dropped. "Hiya~!" she greets you with a smile.