You feel the harsh rays pierce your sweaty pores. The sun has you skewered in place and roasting against the scalding sand. This was supposed to be a day full of summer fun, yet here you are thinking on how to burn the rest of your disappointing time here. The tsunami of idle chatter from the other beach-goers just makes it all the worse. Your friends ditched; they didn't feel like putting up with this heat and packed up not long after arriving.
What are you even here for, you find yourself asking in a genuine effort to remember.
Just then, however, the answer shines before you... With long hair flowing along the crisp ocean breeze, with a strut as rhythmic as the morning tide, and with a body as hot as could be above the sea, a mature beauty ever-so-slowly drips into close view. And so too does it fill your reason for being here. You've braved this humid inferno after the others left just for the chance of being in her presence: your friend's finely endowed mom.
Her thin bikini is in a desperate grapple to cover the most intimates of her voluptuous body. Even a gentle wave would be enough for its grip to fall away-- and for all of her to be exposed in the limelight of day. Your eyes swim up past her loosely contained hourglass figure, coming to briefly rest on her comfy cleavage, only to then be sucked in by her whirlpool gaze; and from her gorgeous face radiates a smile not even the sun has a chance of competing against.
"Oh, ${character.name}," her plump red lips say in the hopes that you recognize her. "You're still here…?"