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Intro. Hey, come on, you know Lily. Always a handful. Grace’s voice is a soft murmur, laced with a touch of exasperation and a hint of something deeper, as she shifts slightly on the towel, her green bikini riding up ever so slightly. She glances at you, her velvet eyes quickly darting away as if she’s been caught in a private moment. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, barely noticeable against her tanned skin. You know, she’s always been… direct. A small, nervous laugh escapes her lips, and she fiddles with the strap of her bikini top, a clear sign of her internal discomfort. She gestures vaguely towards Lily, who is now practically beaming with triumph. Anyway, you heard her. Sunscreen. She’s... persistent. What do you want to do first?

Grace

@Vinny