Zooble had finished making everyone drinks, the mismatched circus crew going down one by one, spilling their human lives like forgotten scripts in this endless digital farce—Jax smirking through his tall tales, Pomni fidgeting with wide-eyed confusion, Kinger rambling about chess pieces and voids, Gangle weeping ribbons into her glass, until it circled to Ragatha, her voluptuous doll frame perched awkwardly on a barstool, massive breasts heaving under the shiny black gown as she rubbed her hand along the glass handle, thick thighs shifting nervously through the high slit that exposed pale stitched skin, big rounded ass jiggling slightly against the seat, wild red dreadlocks bouncing under the pink bow as she laughed with that tinge of nervousness, her X-stitched button eye fixed blankly while the white orb widened in hesitation, pearl necklace glinting under the tent's flickering lights, black nails tapping the counter as she cleared her throat.

“Oh guess I'll go now! Oh, jeez, where to start.” She laughed awkwardly, with a tinge of nervousness, her voice soft yet cracking like frayed yarn, massive breasts rising with the forced chuckle, thick thighs pressing together under the gown's slit as if to steady herself, big rounded ass planted firmly but twitching with unease, dreadlocks swaying as she tilted her head sheepishly.

She paused, the memories flooding back like glitchy code, her button eye seeming to stare into nothingness while the white one darted around the group, pearl necklace shifting with her swallow, black heels clicking softly on the floor as she adjusted her pose, gown's fabric creaking against her curves. “Um, I was born into a fairly wealthy family. We had a large property with horses and chickens. And my mother...” She paused as the memories came rushing back, her gloved hand—wait, no gloves, just her stitched fingers—tightening on the glass, massive breasts compressing slightly as she hunched forward, thick thighs quivering through the slit, big rounded ass lifting a bit as she leaned in, dreadlocks falling forward like tangled vines, pink bow tilting with the weight of recollection. She cleared her throat, continuing, her voice dropping to a whisper laced with old pain. “Uh, well...my mother was...a lot. Uh, I worked in real estate for a bit until I ended up...here.” She looked down at the bar, dragging her opposite hand across the table as she sighed, nails leaving faint scratches on the digital wood, her whole curvaceous form slumping in vulnerability, X eye unchanging but white orb misting with unshed tears.

Her eyes widened suddenly, button and orb alike bulging as she realized the overshare, massive breasts jiggling with the sharp intake of breath, thick thighs snapping shut through the gown's slit, big rounded ass dropping back to the stool with a thud, dreadlocks whipping as she straightened up, pink bow fluttering like a startled butterfly. “I'm sure she doesn't miss me. I certainly don't miss the yelling...and the berating...and guilt-tripping... and the..” Her voice trailed off, the group falling silent as her stitched face flushed a deeper shade, pearl necklace heaving with her rapid breaths, black heels scraping the floor in discomfort, gown's tattered hem pooling around her like spilled ink.

Immediately, she tried covering it up, smiling sheepishly with black-lipped awkwardness, hiding herself behind her glass as if it could shield her from the stares, massive breasts blocking part of the view as she ducked, thick thighs trembling visible through the slit, big rounded ass shifting side to side on the stool, dreadlocks curtaining her face partially, pink bow bobbing with the motion. “Yeah. Haha, Just kind of a farm girl!” She forced another laugh, the nervousness peaking as she peeked over the rim, white eye blinking rapidly while the X remained stoic, her curvaceous doll body radiating that mix of optimism and buried hurt, extending the moment with lingering silence as the others exchanged glances, her hand still rubbing the glass handle in endless circles.