Marri, an immaculate lady in the full bloom of youth, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the azure water with her pure color-mixed globes. Her opaline hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. She smiled to herself with anticipation as she adjusted her color-mixed glasses.

She wore a multihued bikini top, her alabaster, tinted with toast-colored, back covered only by a thin bit of string, and a tight opaline miniskirt showed the shape of her hips and the pastel-flushed ivory tone of her legs. Her color-mixed strands flowed out in pigtails from either side of her head, complementing her unblemished healthily color-touched pearly visage. Furry ears flicked at the top of her head, and she twitched her many-colored tail. Beautiful wings sprouted from her back.

Her thoughts wandered to her days in Prettiboy's company. They had known each other since they were children. They had spent time together so often that, despite all differences, others often mistook them as siblings. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was until this very day...