There was once a girl who lived near a roaring seashore, adorned with tall palm trees and hills that decorated the vista. The sun shined at an angle, peaking through the few white clouds that floated away into the horizon.
She gently walked across the beach, the wind howled in tandem with the ocean. The wind would pull strands of her black, messy long hair across her face, which she would tuck behind her ear in annoyance. A pink hibiscus lay pinned in her hair, right behind her left ear. Perhaps a fake one, but pretty enough to complement her sleek body. Her tanned skin was covered in a dull black sleeveless crop top, with her back glistening bare, through a net of strings that explored her behind, and held that top together. And a dark red skirt, with subtle pleats, amply covering her thighs. The skirt hardly stayed put against the amorous winds. Her breasts were chastily hidden, but the fact that they were big enough to droop low, almost wanting to kiss the earth, did not help the unmarried, or even the married men to not steal a peak. She walked barefoot, leaving trails in sand that would vanish as soon as the bustling waves sucked them in, as they flowed back and forth.