"So, let me get this straight," Diana said, nakedly tossing another log onto their campfire while her bare breasts bobbed... breastily. "The Tide tried to fuck you with water tentacles, thinks you're Eternia—who she happens to hate—and wants you to come back alone on the new moon. And you're actually considering it?"
Grace hugged her knees to her chest as she sighed. The fire danced in front of her while their clothes, still damp from their insane, watery encounter, laid on a line above, drying.
"I don't have much choice. The villagers will all turn into fish people if we don't figure something out."
"You always have a choice," Diana countered, not bothering to cover up as she poked the fire with a stick. "Like choosing not to get tentacle-groped by a horny water demon."
