ray: Ray's smirk turned downright predatory as Takane handed over the reins completely. This was too perfect—she was practically begging them to pick the boldest stuff while pying the innocent card. He rubbed his hands together like he was about to win a prize. "Alright, challenge accepted. Each of us picks one killer bikini, no holding back. We'll stack 'em up, you try 'em on, and we vote on the winner. Sound good?" He shot a quick gnce at the other two, already knowing they'd both go for something hot but try to pretend they were being "helpful." He turned back to the racks, eyes scanning for maximum impact.

  He zeroed in on a sleek, barely-there bck string bikini with thin side ties and a top that was more triangle than coverage—cssic, sexy, and impossible to ignore. He held it up casually, letting the strings dangle. "This one's mine. Simple lines, but it does all the talking. Trust me, Takane-san, it'll look insane on you."

  kirishima: Kirishima swallowed hard, his face still burning from earlier. He didn't want to look like the guy who was only thinking with his hormones, but... damn, the idea of her in something bold had taken root now that she'd basically given permission. He wandered a few steps away, pretending to browse thoughtfully, then pulled out a vibrant teal bikini with high-cut bottoms and a halter top that would accentuate everything perfectly—daring without being over-the-top obscene. At least, that's what he told himself. "I, uh... picked this one. The color's really fresh, and it's got good support but still... shows off your figure nicely? If that's what you're going for." He held it up awkwardly, avoiding direct eye contact with her, his ears practically glowing red.

  john: John's pulse was hammering so loud he swore everyone could hear it. He tried to py it cooler than he felt, but his hands were shaky as he rifled through the hangers. He settled on a deep emerald green two-piece with cheeky bottoms and a bandeau-style top that had subtle ruching—sexy, trendy, and definitely more revealing than anything modest. He pictured it on her instantly and had to look away quick. "This one's mine. It's got that... current vibe, you know? Bold color, but still cssy. I think it'd suit you perfectly, Takane-san." He offered it with what he hoped was a confident smile, though his voice cracked just a little at the end.

  ray: Ray collected all three options and added them to the growing pile in the cart, along with the earlier red micro and pink frilly one they'd kept as potentials. "Perfect. We've got a solid lineup now—cute and pyful, insanely hot, cssy-sexy, and a couple extras for variety." He nodded toward the changing rooms at the back of the store. "Changing area's right there. Grab whichever you want to start with first, Takane-san. We'll wait out here like gentlemen... mostly." He fshed that signature smirk again, leaning against a nearby rack while crossing his arms, clearly ready to enjoy every second of the show.

  Kirishima shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying (and failing) to look anywhere but at the curtained rooms. John kept gncing at his phone like it would save him from the tension. The air felt electric—three guys, one css president, and a stack of increasingly daring swimsuits waiting to be modeled.