[ indeed, even before she started explaining, tseng already had an inkling of what's going on. the signs of her arousal are obvious: the flush in her face, the sweat glistening on her body, the way she's pressing her thighs together even now as if seeking some kind of release from that friction alone. ]

Of course. Come with me.

[ there aren't all that many opportunities for privacy on the beach, except for the bungalows that open up toward the water—while they had all been stuffed full of newcomers earlier in the day, now there are at least one or two available, and so it's in that direction that tseng leads her. it isn't far, fortunately, and he's willing to flex his rank if need be to secure them the exclusive use of one of the rooms. ]

To find something more private, we'll have to leave the—beach. [ what was once the cloud dwelling garden, that is. ] If you'd prefer that we can, but...

[ it doesn't seem like navia is going to want to hold out quite that long. ]