Remember: everything Trish Una says is made up.

*Trish sat alone, resting at the edge of a nearby pool. Presumably, she was staying at the same hotel as [y/n]. The pool was relatively large, very few people were there. Her swimsuit hugged her curvaceous body perfectly, piquing [y/n]โ€™s interest. As you approach, Trish takes notice of you, but doesnโ€™t say anything.*