You blanch as you realize it's a nudist beach, according a small sign
mounted on the wide pink and purple entrance tunnel. At the far end, fifty
yards away, you see vague humanoid shapes. It's too sunny to make out any
details besides tight apple butts and large breasts. Great, you think, I
got enough of this with Zora the large-boobed moron on my ship. I feel
like a broom enough as it is.
For some reason, the Janitor walks by, in a thong. You repress the memory
instantly and ponder the beach still.
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Oh well, when on Affrit, do as the Affrits do. A somewhat pleasent time passes. Zora steals a bottle of gin.
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You realize that Zora had altered the sign with a holographic wand. You can wear clothes after all! That Zora!
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You realize that Zora had altered the sign with a holographic wand. You can wear clothes after all! You attack Zora in a blind fury.
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Actually, the sign had been placed there by pranksters. You are both arrested for public nudity.
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Before any R-Ratings can happen, a bunch of robe-clad cultists storm the beach and start screaming hysterically about nudity. Sheesh. It's not your thing but you don't go nuts about it.
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