"Ooooh, I like this one!" She's eyeing a two piece with red flames on a black background.

"I love it, too! Looks so bright and exciting. Sofia, seen anything you like?" There are a few proper dresses, actually; some have thicker wetsuits built in, even, although the weather's too warm most of the year.

"This one is really pretty!" She's looking at a midnight blue racing suit with a pattern of galaxies that sparkles under the light.

"Great, I'm sure you'll look fantastic in it! Now, let's get them and head off to the beach, shall we?" Cynthia pays for both outfits, before making her way to another tower looking out over one of the curved beaches. There's a small 92 next to the lock on one of the doors, and she scans a small card against it, causing the door to open up. It reveals a spacious bathroom, with its own pool built into the floor and a huge shower only slightly smaller than the one in Cynthia's master bathroom. "Sofia, I'm thinking this'll be your changing room? Sana, you take the one next to it, and I take the one next to that, OK?" She puts a small plastic card in Sana's hand, before walking up over to her own room hidden inside the apartment building.

Sana... tries to scan the card on the next door.

It opens to a bathroom almost identical to the one Sofia's changing in.

She changes into her new swimsuit, appreciating how light it feels on her skin, and how it sustains and emphasizes.

When she's done she gets out of the door and looks for Cynthia.

Cynthia looks... revealingly dressed. She has a rather sheer, simple white dress, similar to the ones that Sana has seen previously. And hopefully, some of the workhorse underwear she likes so well...

"You look amazing, Cynthia! Let's run off into the water, shall we?" She runs off, swimming on her back and looking at Sana as she slowly makes her way into the beautiful blue water.

Sana and Sofia walk into the water until it reaches halfway through their bust, and then look... a bit unsure what do to.

"You don't want to enjoy the water?" Cynthia gently glides on the water, making her way to a small raft with a diving board and a few benches floating in the water.

"I don't know how to swim."

"Doesn't really come up, it's not safe to swim in our local river."

"Oh, of course. I'll find one of the float suits for you, then." Cynthia awkwardly rushes back, finding something like a life jacket, that she pulls over Sana and Sofia, before strapping it on around their thighs. It's unexpectedly light and sleek. "With this on, your heads will stay above water, so you won't need to know how to swim, and can still follow me." Cynthia then jumps into the water again, heading to the small raft with a few people enjoying some fries.

She follows, awkwardly moving her arms and legs to propel forward.

Sofia trails closely behind.

They heave themselves out of the water and unto the raft.

It's easier than expect, with her jacket helping push her out of the water, and her swimwear not being heavy with water, but apparently barely damp despite staying in water for minutes.

Cynthia is holding a cardboard box of fries in her hand, covered with the orange spice, eating each of them slowly and appreciatively. There's someone running small centrifuges of fries, constantly spreading a perfectly even, thin layer of spices over them. "You have to try these, they're fantastic!"

She'll grab one, and try being sensual while eating it.

It's... not really working, and she just looks kinda goofy doing that.

The orange spice smells unfamiliar, with smokey but not unpleasant tones.

The food is extremely salty, crisp and incredibly satisfying to munch on. She guesses it's some kind of vegetable, the orange and yellow could be potatoes, or carrots, but she's not quite sure after a single one.

Time for some more science!

"Oh, you're right, they're great! Sofia, come try them!"

Munch munch munch.

"Are these... potatoes? How do you even cook them to get them like this?"

"Extreme quantities of vegetable oil, mostly!" She keeps having more and more of them, as a few other men also make their way onto the raft, enjoying a box of the tasty treats. Just as one of the centrifuges run out, a large drone starts making its way over the water, carrying a plastic box with enough fries to fill them up and enough left over for quite a few refills.

Whispering, so that men can't hear her: "No wonder nobody makes these at home, the salt cost alone would be prohibitive!"

She laughs: "I love them, why do you even bother eating anything else?"

"Well, you get sick of them, eventually? And it'd be annoying to get all your protein from protein shakes."

"What's a pro-tein shake?"

"Well, it's basically en extra thick creamy drink, where you put in protein powder also? It's used by people wanting more muscle."

"I actually don't know what 'protein' means."

"Hmm. Raw material for making muscles? I think that's the best explanation. It's in meat and beans, mostly. Fruits and grains have next to none of it."

"Oh, I think I get what you're talking about!"

Munch munch munch - still not sick of these.

She lays in the sun, enjoying the slight breeze, the waves moving the raft, the heat on her exposed skin.

Eventually, the sun starts to set. "Well, I'm wanting to go home, now. Enjoy some reenactments. Are you thinking of staying here longer? I don't have the keys, so you'd need to use your phones to call me."