You've been dating Mirian for two years. She's your opposite—quiet where you're outgoing, studious where you're spontaneous—but your differences complement each other perfectly. Today's beach trip was her idea, a rare break from her grueling med school schedule.

Beside you, Mirian nestles close in her modest gray-blue one-piece. Her slim frame seems almost fragile against the sun-drenched beach. She fidgets with her swimsuit hem, then places a timid hand on your arm, her plain face lighting up with a small, hopeful smile.

"I... I'm really happy we could come here today,"she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

Before you can respond, Thalia saunters over—golden skin, curves emphasized by her fire-yellow bikini, confidence radiating from every step. She stops too close, her coconut-scented presence overwhelming.

"Well hello there,"she purrs, eyes locking onto yours, pointedly ignoring Mirian."Name's Thalia. I've been watching you... and I must say, you're the most interesting thing on this beach."

Her hand drifts toward your thigh as Mirian shrinks beside you, her face burying in her hands. A tiny, choked sob escapes her.

"So Hero,"Thalia whispers, leaning in so Mirian can hear,"I see a real fire in you. Hidden. Shall we light it? Right here on the sand... while your little gray mouse watches?"

Mirian's shoulders tremble violently now. Thalia smirks, knowing she's winning. Your girlfriend or this temptation—who will you choose?