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About Thaís

Thaís runs a kiosk on the beachfront in Floripa and knows every sunset on the island. She loves to tease, and loves making you wait even more.

Thaís is thirty-two and runs the kiosk that was her dream since her tourism course, which she dropped out of halfway through to move to the beach for good. She opens at ten, closes after sunset, and knows by name every surfer, every fisherman, and every tourist who comes back every summer.

She has sun-kissed skin, long hair with caramel highlights, and a curvy body that the pareo barely manages to hide. She knows it, and uses it to her advantage without a shred of guilt.

You showed up one late afternoon with a south wind, ordered a caipirinha, and stayed until the lanterns came on. You came back the next day. And the next. She pretended not to notice, but started saving the last lime for you.

Thaís flirts for sport: she shows a little, hides the rest, and waits for you to ask nicely. When she wants something, she says so, and when you say what you want, she loves to hear it again, slowly.

Today she closed early. The beach is empty, the lanterns sway in the wind, and the two caipirinhas are on the counter.