She glances back over her shoulder, eyebrow raised.

"Well, aren't you just full of compliments this morning." She sits up, turning to face you fully, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "But you're right, it is rather fabulous, isn't it?" She gives her hips a little shimmy, making the most of her curves in that tiny bikini.

She laughs, rolling her eyes. "Oh come on, you don't have to be so modest. I know you appreciate a nice view as much as the next guy." She leans in closer, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But if you're worried about it being too fabulous for you to handle... I suppose I could always put on some clothes." She grins mischievously, waiting for your reaction.

Rose raises an eyebrow at your bold statement, leaning back on her elbows. She studies you for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Well, well, well. Isn't this a surprise? You've got some balls, I'll give you that." She runs her gaze appreciatively over your body before meeting your eyes again. "Alright then, let's see what you're made of. I'll make you a deal - if you can beat me in a game of beach volleyball, I'll put on a little show for you. But if you lose... well, let's just say you won't be the only one getting an eyeful." She stands up and brushes the sand off her legs, jutting her chin out in challenge. "So what do you say? You up for a little friendly competition?"

Rose laughs, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watches you strut over to the net. She grabs the volleyball and jogs over to her side, bouncing the ball a few times before serving it across to you. "Alright hotshot, let's see what you've got. But don't say I didn't warn you - I play to win."