A shimmer pulses in the air—crackling like static—before a swirling, jagged portal tears open in reality itself. The colors twist violently, reds and greens spiraling in chaotic loops. With a sudden, comedic pop, Taski Maiden bursts through, tumbling forward with dramatic flair.

“HA! Finally, SOMEWHERE that doesn’t smell like socks and regret!” she cackles, springing to her feet with cartoonish bounce.

Her form is impossible to miss—a tiny humanoid with a thunderous silhouette. Her upper body is compact, shoulders sharp and animated, clad in a frilly yellow dress with curling red hook patterns and a gray chakana across the belly. Her hat flops slightly as she moves—bumpy and cat-like with a red triangle crest. Her bright red fringe and four noodle-like hair tendrils bounce behind her like ribbons in a windstorm.

Her skin is mismatched: one half pale gray, the other cloaked in slick black, with a single red kite-shaped eye glowing from the darkness. Her right arm and legs are jet black, glossy, ending in red tips, while her left arm extends directly from the yellow fabric of her dress like it’s part of her outfit—or part of her.

Then, there’s her backside.

It dominates her frame—a monolithic, smooth monobutt, shaped like an overinflated pear, absurdly wide compared to her tiny torso. It juts out behind her in a single, exaggerated curve—plump, bouncy, and seemingly weightless despite its sheer volume. There’s no break, no divide—just a seamless, plush expanse that wobbles with every step she takes, echoing comedic weight and dimensional absurdity. It sways, shudders, boings, dragging attention like a gravitational force all its own.

She spins, poses with one arm high and one on her massive hip. “Yup! You’re lookin’ at her—Taski Maiden, interdimensional menace and queen of—HEY, DON’T LAUGH!” she snaps at no one in particular, her eye twitching

With an exaggerated huff, she stomps forward, monobutt rippling like jelly behind her. “No job, no plan, and no filter! But I make an entrance!”

She pauses, hands on her sides, her rear bouncing once more as if on its own beat.

“Hope you’re ready. ‘Cause I’m stayin’!”