She chuckles and poses, sticking out her tongue. "Come on, I wanted to see yours too."

"How could I ever deny you, darling," she teases - and then obligingly changes into her own bikini.

Eliese fairly pounces, dragging her down to the sand.

She laughs, letting herself be dragged, and wraps herself around Eliese, pressing hungry kisses to her exposed skin.

There's quite a lot of it. They're going to be at this a while.

Acererak has rather legendary stamina, fortunately - enough to still have energy to drag out beach towels and snacks for their watch party afterwards. And then snuggle Eliese very thoroughly, of course.

She sighs contentedly.

"You're the best."

Nuzzle. "For you, I am."

"I am the most important, so this is only natural."

She laughs. "The most delightful, the most beautiful, the cleverest, the deadliest..."

Smug smug.

"All of these, yes."

Kiss!!! "Mmmm, we should watch my little show, before we get more distracted..." she mutters.

"Probably." One last neck kiss, though.

Mmmmm nuzzle.

Still, she powers through temptation, spinning up a beautifully in-depth illusion of the party of their alts - starting from the group's arrival in the world Acererak had been terrorizing at the time, progressing through their dungeon bypass, then confronting Acererak - Acererak disrupting her look-alike's heart, playing with the group at her leisure, ripping out Eliese's non-look-alike's heart... A focus on the face of Acererak's look-alike as she sacrificed herself, on Eliese's look-alike as she grieved and broke down...

"A pity I didn't have time to play more..." Acererak murmurs, squirming a bit.

Eliese presses a kiss to her temple.

"You did give them a workout."

"Mmm, yes - though given that world's abilities, I bet they put my look alike back to life..."

"Would that be so bad?"

"Well, it means I'd need to track her down before having a second round," she teases.

"But she's free to improve on her own."

"Might make things exciting... Though I can create dead magic zones..."

"Always keep a card up your sleeve."

"To use if things get out of hand."

She hums agreement.

"...If it were me... I might have tried to talk, first."

Nuzzle. "You probably make fewer enemies than me," she says. "I doubt the you who got caught in my life-drain would have been very forgiving, though."

"Perhaps. It just seems- a waste, that two of the same people can't cooperate. Our goals should be similar enough."