When Alejandro returned, Asta was taking advantage of the still low on the horizon and not yet terribly intense sun to bathe herself in the edge of the ocean.  Even though the salt water would dry and leave something of a sticky residue, the water felt cool on her pinked up skin.  Suddenly looking down at her toes, Asta laughed, the chiming sounds just audible over the surf, as a school of tiny little fish investigated her feet and nibbled at her toes.  Squatting she tried to play with them but her shadow spooked them and they darted like stubby organic arrows away from her.  Wading out a little farther, Asta ducked her head under the water then flung it backwards, slinging water from it in a spray of pale hair and rainbow flecked drops.<br/><br/>Nude, she made her way back up the beach where she'd selected some clothes from, well from a dead person's luggage.  The woman had packed a lot of things, things Asta had never seen the likes of before, but it was a simple white tennis dress, the pleats slashed inside with bright almost neon pink, that she selected.  It was even the right size, though it didn't feel like it as the skirt fell high on her thighs, but it was light and cool and it was so pretty.  She twirled in it, giggling at how the skirt flared out to expose the bright accent color deep in the pleats.  Asta also traded in her reindeer boots, though they were perfect, for a pair of white tennis shoes with a mesh style fabric.  The clothing and shoes felt incredibly light and comfortable and airy.  It was just wonderful!<br/><br/>On the same luggage she also found something that confused her.  Hard plastic, in a shiny teal color in the middle and a slightly curved silver bit at the top, it was a little bit longer than her hand and felt heavier than the plastic indicated.  And there seemed to be some sort of knob that you could turn on the bottom.  Maybe it was a case to store something in you didn't want to get wet?  Asta tiwsted, then dropped it back into the suitcase when it began to buzz and vibrate in her hand.  Stepping back she stared down at it, squirming and twisting in the suitcase as the vibrations moved it.  When nothing else happened, she picked it up and twisted the knob back.<br/><br/>It went off.<br/><br/>Knob the other way - vibrations again.  The more she turned it the louder and faster it got, sending tingles through her fingers and wrist.  What was it for?  She decided to go ask Alejandro, whom she saw doing something nearby.  He was smart, clever too.  Surely he'd be able to explain to her what this thing was, or show her how to use it.<br/><br/>"Alejandro?" she called, smiling and holding the vibrator out to him.  Asta extended it several times, still smiling, then turned it on and off to let him see how it buzzed and vibrated?  Stepping closer she stood beside him, bare shoulder brushing his as she held the vibrator out in front of them then turned it on again, looking over into his face with a questioning look.