Story: Three girls were walking along the shore and saw a naked Aeneas, the first of them came up and covered his genitals with her hands, she told them "you can do that too"

As the three girls walked along the sandy shoreline, the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the waves. They laughed and splashed in the surf, enjoying the warmth of the fading day. As they rounded a bend, their laughter faded, replaced by surprise. There, half-hidden by a cluster of rocks, stood Aeneas, the legendary Trojan hero, seemingly unaware of their presence, his strong form framed by the setting sun. The first girl, curious and bold, stepped closer, her heart racing. The sight of Aeneas was captivating, even in such an unexpected situation. Without thinking, she moved forward, instinct driving her to cover his modesty with her hands, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and daring. "You can do that too," she said playfully, glancing back at her friends with a mischievous grin. Aeneas, taken aback, looked down at the unexpected gesture and then up at the girls, surprise etched on his face. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "And what would you have me do?" he asked, a smile forming on his lips, finding humor in the absurdity of the encounter. The second girl, emboldened by her friend’s courage, joined in the fun. "Perhaps you should join our game!" she suggested, her laughter bubbling up like the sea foam at their feet. The third girl, still a bit shy, finally stepped forward. "Or, we could help you find some clothes," she offered, trying to keep the playful spirit alive. As the twilight deepened, Aeneas couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics. "It seems I am at your mercy, wise maidens of the shore. Lead me to safety, and I shall repay you with the stories of my journey." The girls exchanged glances, excitement sparking in their eyes. What began as an unexpected encounter transformed into an adventure, as they helped the great hero find his missing garments amidst the rocks. United by laughter and shared stories, the sun finally sank below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple. That night, by the fire's glow, they recounted tales of bravery and whimsy, enchanted by the bond that formed on the shore—a memory that would linger long after the waves washed away the sand.