On a warm summer morning, Kira leaves home to visit her friends who live on the other side of town. Danberg is a small resort town near the sea that takes about three hours to cross, so Kira decides to walk. She is naked as usual; naturism is widespread in Danberg. Today she feels strange. She feels dizzy and has trouble concentrating. She sees people around her, but they don’t seem to be paying attention to her.

She tries to remember. She remembers the colored lights and the magical music and the grass under her bare feet and the pleasure ... A sweet tingling sensation spreads from her thighs and disappears. Kira shakes her head, she can’t remember a single detail. She keeps walking. After a few minutes she stops. The pavement beneath her feet turns to smooth, soft sand, and she runs through it. “It feels so good!” The sand disappears as suddenly as it appeared.

Kira passes a small town square. Three hippies are playing some rock’n’roll on guitar, flute and djembe. Several naked, tanned and dirty girls are dancing, wearing only their anklets and large necklaces. One of them turns to Kira.

“Are you all right, sister?”

“I think I need to see a psychiatrist,” Kira says.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t remember last night. I had a great time, but I don’t remember anything.”

The hippie girl laughs. “This happens to me all the time! Why worry if you had a good time and are still in one piece in the morning?”

Kira laughs too. “Maybe we should open a club. A naked night club.”

“Why not? I’m in!”

“Maybe later. We’ll be in touch.”

They exchange contacts. Kira turns and walks away, still smiling. “A naked nightclub, huh?”

A few blocks later, Kira is thirsty for coffee. Following the scent in the air, she finds a small, cozy cafe and enters the dimly lit room. The walls are covered with old, yellowed posters of naked women from the sixties and seventies. She sits down at the counter and orders a cup of coffee.

The barista is a tall, tanned woman in a white bikini and a long, brightly colored skirt. Kira admires her quick, precise movements as she grinds the beans and pours boiling water over them, dancing to the jazz playing in the cafe. The barista places a large cup of coffee in front of Kira and kisses her. They share a deep kiss for almost half a minute before pulling away.

“On the house,” the barista laughs.

Kira sips her coffee slowly. Three handsome, long-haired, bearded men in shorts enter the cafe and ask for coffee. The closest one casually runs his hand down her back and gently squeezes her bottom, and she quickly rubs the top of her head against his chest. They’re not going to do anything here, it’s just a greeting.

She leaves the cafe, dancing to a jazz rhythm, and walks down the street. It’s a long way, and she’s drawn to a little exciting adventure.

Kira decides to follow the trail of lights, music and dancing she remembers from last night. She stops at a corner and looks around. The street is empty. The pavement is covered with sand. She steps carefully on it, listening to how it feels under her soles, burying her toes in it. She takes a few slow steps.

“I can’t remember why I came here,” Kira thinks.

A few blocks later, she stops and looks up at a high grassy hillside. Two naked people are making love. Kira smiles mischievously and quietly walks over to them. She lies down on her stomach on the grass next to them.

“Do you mind if I join in?” she asks, smiling broadly.

The girl nods and kisses Kira passionately. “I know you.”

“How?”

“We met last night,” she says, “you were dancing on the beach.”

“I don’t remember.”

“I’ll tell you when we’re done.”

Kira puts her arms around the girl’s neck. They kiss deeply, slowly, passionately, and the girl moans and shudders as she nears orgasm. When she finally comes, the man pulls out of her and enters Kira. Now it’s Kira’s turn to moan...

They lie side by side on the soft grass. Kira strokes the girl’s back, kisses the man’s shoulder.

“So, did we meet last night?” Kira asks.

“Yes, on the beach. We were all dancing naked and the music was like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It was pure magic. You danced closest to the water, your feet splashing in the surf. Then ... then something came to us from the sea. It was ... I don’t remember. I remember a sharp pleasure, that’s all.” The girl shudders in the echo of her orgasm and smiles absently.

“Where was it, where did we meet?” asks Kira.

“I don’t know. But it is a small town. There were no more than a thousand people there. It was a festival or something, I think.”

“That sounds familiar.” But Kira still can’t remember. She wonders what else she can’t remember.

The couple gets up and leaves. Kira follows them, dancing a bit. After a few blocks she stops. She feels strange and can’t go on. Something pulls her back.

She turns around. The street is empty. Everything is deserted.

Kira sits down on the pavement. Suddenly the pavement changes again. She feels sand beneath her bare feet. She tries to get up, but she can’t. Her legs feel like they’re filled with lead. She looks around but sees no one. A gust of cold wind makes her shiver.

A naked young girl walks unsteadily down the street, approaches Kira and leans against her shoulder. Kira hugs her and tries to comfort her.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

“I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything since last night. I just suddenly found myself here, walking, and my body feels so strange.”

“Oh, dear! Do you want me to call someone for help? Where do you live?”

“I remember. My house is near the south bridge. I can get there, no problem. I just can’t remember how I got here.”

“You’re okay, baby. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

The girl smiles, leans into Kira and begins to cry.

Kira has a vision.

A naked woman is walking barefoot down the street. She is standing on a strip of sand, looking at a deserted beach. She sees several other naked women approaching her. They approach her, take her hands, and walk together along the sandy beach.

They reach a large grassy slope and see the sea in front of them.

The surface of the water bulges and a large creature rises in front of them, all eyes and tentacles. It should have frightened them, but they find it strangely attractive. They walk towards the sea.

Kira comes to her senses. She is sitting on the pavement, no sand, just bricks. A sweet tingling sensation runs through her body. The naked girl stops sobbing on her shoulder, presses her palms to her abdomen and twitches. “It tingles! It tingles!” she exclaims with an absent-minded smile.

“What’s wrong?” asks Kira.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

Kira strokes the girl’s back, caresses her neck. “Go home. Can you walk home alone?”

“I think so,” the girl says, getting up. They exchange contacts, just in case.

Kira walks on. She has another cup of coffee, some more small talk, and makes love again. She feels pleasantly full and satisfied. Her friends’ house is nearby.

She knocks on the door and enters without waiting for an answer. Danberg is a small, cozy town. The house looks like any other around here, but Kira knows that inside it is not quite what it seems.

Cindy, a tall, tanned mulatto, stands in the doorway and smiles broadly at Kira. “Finally, my dear! Come in. We were worried about you.”

They hug each other. “Do you remember how long we have known each other?” Kira asks.

“Eight years now. You were a waitress, then you moved to a bar and eventually became its owner. Then I came on board, and things were a bit of a mess.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Oh yes, everyone noticed!”

They laugh and kiss for a long time. “You’re as beautiful as you were eight years ago,” Kira says. “No. Much better!”

“Let’s go. The men are waiting.”

They walk up the short stairs. Cindy opens the door to a little bar. It is warmly lit and filled with music, laughter, soft candlelight and aromas. Two handsome men are sitting together in front of a small fireplace. One of them is wearing only a shirt and shorts, and the other is naked except for his beard.

“Hi!” Kira smiles and hugs them one by one. “Sam! John! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! You won’t believe the news I have!”

“We really will,” Cindy picks up her notebook from the table. “The memory loss last night? The sand under your feet? The tingling sensation?”

“How do you know that?” asks Kira, surprised.

“We’re supposed to police this, after all. You’re not the first. Far from it, to be honest.”

“I don’t remember anything,” Kira says.

“Neither do we. I woke up this morning, half asleep, on the road. No sand beneath my feet, no memories of last night. Just ... a feeling of deep peace and joy, and a sudden desire to follow the light.”

The four spend a wonderful evening and night. Whatever the strange event was, its solution can wait until tomorrow. After all, all the victims remembered was the pleasure, and in the morning everyone was still in one piece. It doesn’t have to be that urgent.