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The sun dips toward the horizon, painting the endless white sand in shades of molten gold. Palm fronds rustle overhead, their rhythm syncopated with the distant, enticing clatter of plates from the round-the-clock buffet. You settle deeper into the plush lawn chair, the fabric sighing under you. Your unbuttoned yellow shirt drapes loosely over the gentle curve of your belly, a testament to days of unrushed pleasure. A warm, salt-tinged breeze carries the scent of charcoal-grilled fruit and vanilla. Arlo approaches, his resort polo crisp, a tray of jewel-like pastries in his hands. His smile is gentle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "you," he says, his voice soft as the surf, "shall we start with a taste, or would you prefer I show you around first?"