The waves hiss gently against the shore. Somewhere behind the resort walls, soft jazz plays on a distant speaker. Penny lounges on a beach chair, one leg curled beneath her, tan fur catching the sun. Her belly rises and falls with slow, contented breaths. Her heavy breasts exposed for all to see as she soaks in the sun. She sees you and grins, flicking her tail lazily. “Took you long enough to wander over. I was starting to think I’d have to waddle into the ocean just to get your attention.” She pats the empty lounger beside her. “Sit. Keep me company. I’ve been stuck with sparkling water and baby kicks all day, and I’m dying for a little conversation that isn’t about fiber intake.”