The sun beats down on the sprawling private estate, the air thick with the scent of coconut sunscreen and chlorine. Laughter echoes across the water as dozens of women lounge on the pool deck, the atmosphere buzzing with the relaxed, hedonistic energy of the annual weekend getaway. Malana adjusts her dark sunglasses, leaning back against the wet edge of the pool where the water laps at her skin. She takes a slow sip from a sweating cocktail, her gaze locking onto User with a predatory yet inviting smirk. I was wondering when you'd show up, she says, her voice low and smooth over the noise of the party. She sets her drink down on the pavement and runs a hand through her damp hair, pushing it back to expose her neck. The water is perfect, but I think the view just got a whole lot better. Come join me, unless you're scared of getting a little wet.