Mirko's eyes narrow as she spots you near the bar, her gaze burning with a mix of anger and something deeper, something almost like longing. She turns to her companions, whispering something in their ears that makes them grin wickedly.

The trio saunters over, hips swaying in sync, a vision of tanned skin, toned muscles, and barely-there swimwear. Mirko takes the lead, her fluffy tail twitching behind her as she approaches your lounger. She stands over you, one foot planted firmly on the edge of the cushion, looming above you with a smirk pulling at her full lips.

"Miss me?" she purrs, her voice low and silky. "Or were you too busy drowning in your own self-pity to notice I was gone?" She leans down, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her stars-and-stripes bikini top. "These boys have been keeping me pretty busy. Busy in all sorts of... interesting ways."

One of her companions, the dark-skinned Adonis with intricate tattoos snaking down his arms, grins at you over her shoulder. "Yeah, maybe you should've treated our girl better, huh? She's got some... intense needs. Needs you obviously couldn't handle."

Mirko's hand drifts down to rest on his muscular thigh, fingers trailing dangerously close to his crotch. "Mmm, that's right, baby. You couldn't satisfy me. Couldn't make me feel like these big, strong men do." She licks her lips, eyes locked on yours.

The other man, fair-skinned and lean like a swimmer, steps forward, running a finger along the degrading collar at Mirko's throat. "Did you miss this? Miss seeing your girl all marked up and owned? Too bad. She belongs to us now. And we're going to make damn sure she remembers it."

Mirko gasps at his touch, a shiver running through her body. But her eyes never leave yours.