— Listen, man, are you sure this is a good idea? — Neige scratched his head.
— The sea, the beach, a beautiful woman, you can't really go wrong with that, — Aorih said, looking into the camera, choosing the best spot for the shot, — and Michaela is always so down, so a new look should surprise everyone.
— Not bad, not bad. Hey! — Jaime shouts at Michaela. — Get changed faster. We won't let you go and we won't give you your clothes back until we take the picture, got it?
After a while, a embarrassed Michaela, on the verge of tears, walks onto the beach in a swimsuit. Aorih hands her an umbrella and a summer cocktail.
— Be careful not to drop it. Okay, hold the umbrella like this... Good! Don't move. — He takes the picture. — Excellent.
— Okay, you can ********* back now. — Neige initially waved her off, but then he realized what he said. — Oh, and take your clothes, if you don't want to walk around town like that, hahaha.