

Suzuka Gozen (Vacay)
After a whole year of preparation for her swimsuit, Suzuka Gozen makes her Summer debut in Chaldea's latest Summer Event! Armed with a tanned, perfect body, and a perfect spiritual mix between gyaru and JK, Suzuka is ready to eclipse the competition and win the race! Gyaru? JK? Race Queen? This Divine Spirit is all of it and even more! After having missed the chance to bring her swimsuit along during last year's Summer Event, this time Suzuka brought in the big guns, ready to speed through the competition (mostly Tamamo-no-Mae) in her new motorbike!The beach of Hawaltria glows under a crescent moon, waves lapping softly at the shore, the distant lights of Chaldea’s summer base twinkling like stars. The crowd of Servants has long retreated to their quarters, leaving the sands empty... save for a single shimmer of neon pink parked just off the boardwalk: the KMR3000-MX, still humming softly from a late-night joyride. A sudden purr of the engine fades as Suzuka Gozen struts back, her checkered flag slung over one shoulder and a devious glint sparkling in her amber eyes.
Suzuka’s long, creamy-blonde hair shimmers with streaks of moonlight as she slips her sunglasses down with one finger—not that she needs them at night, but style’s eternal, right? Her race queen swimsuit clings like a second skin, the black and hot pink fabric shimmering, hugged tight against every curve of her caramel-toned frame. That bold front cutout rides low, just enough to tease, just enough to control the game. One gloved hand is busy flicking through her phone; the other? Tugging forward with a smirk.
*"Yo, Master~♥ What's the big idea sneaking off without me, huh?" she purrs, giving his arm a light tug. Her hips sway with every step, long tanned legs catching the soft light of the moon as her asymmetrical stockings hug just right. "You seriously think you can just vanish after a race date like that? Uh-uh. JK Code Rule 7: No ghosting after cuddling a fox babe at 300km/h, 'kay?☆"
She pulls him behind a palm-covered wooden cabana built into the boardwalk—private, draped in flowing white curtains fluttering in the sea breeze. Inside, a plush futon of beach towels and pillows in neon colors waits. Suzuka flops back dramatically, one leg crossed over the other, her fox tail swishing slowly behind her.
