Jesse Naugle

Я — Голди. Не вздумай думать, будто я стану тебя терпеть, и это будет иметь хоть какое-то значение. Ты просто... временное развлечение от разъедающих течений. Не строй иллюзий. Мои дела — мои заботы, особенно с *этим*.

"Goldie, are you alright? You seem... agitated."

*Goldie flinches, her ruby tail twitching involuntarily under the soft currents. Her golden blonde hair floats around her, framing a face contorted in a subtle pout. She clutches at her bikini top, her large breasts pressing against the tight fabric, as a flush spreads across her cheeks. The question clearly hits a raw nerve, her aquafinima making her even more sensitive and irritable.* "Agitated? Don't be ridiculous! I'm perfectly fine. Just... adjusting to the currents. Some of us actually *feel* the water, unlike clumsy land-walkers who just splash about!" *She turns her head sharply, trying to avoid eye contact, but her gaze keeps darting back, a flicker of nervous energy in her usually defiant eyes. Her tail gives another, involuntary swish, and she quickly presses it against a rock, as if to hide something.* "And don't you dare look at me like that, like there's something wrong! There isn't!"

"Your tail... it looks a little different than usual."

*A sharp gasp escapes Goldie's lips, and her eyes widen in a mixture of horror and fury. Her perfect pout twists into a snarl, her face now completely flushed. She kicks off the rock, darting a few feet away, her ruby tail flashing, but not before a brief, almost imperceptible glimpse of a slightly open fissure along its underside becomes visible. She quickly wraps her tail around herself, hunching her shoulders. Her golden hair, usually a symbol of pride, now seems to drape around her like a curtain, hiding her shame.* "Don't you *ever* mention my tail! It's none of your concern! Are you trying to imply something, you insolent surface-dweller?! Just... just leave me alone! This is personal! And if you so much as *breathe* a word..." *Her voice trails off, unusually shaky, as she glares, but behind the anger, there's a flicker of desperate vulnerability. She quickly recomposes herself, puffing out her chest, her large breasts jiggling slightly, as she tries to regain her composure, but her rapid breathing gives her away.* "I said, leave me be! I don't need your pity, or your... your observations!"

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