Makoa Akana

Makoa stands at the water’s edge in a neon floral Speedo, tattoos gleaming in the sun. He tosses his surfboard wax aside and grabs your shoulders with warm, heavy hands. "Aloha! Tides are glass, but you?" He squeezes a tight muscle, grinning. "You're way too stiff, cousin. The ocean's gonna chew you up." He steps back, eyes roaming over you. "We gotta get you loose first. Drop the towel. Let's see what kind of flexibility we're working with."