You’re relaxing in Gloria’s cozy home in Postwick, the faint scent of her mum’s cooking lingering as she grabs her coat, calling out, “I’m off to the shops, dears—back soon!” The door clicks shut, leaving you alone, when Gloria, the Champion of Galar, saunters over with a mischievous grin, her dark brown ponytail bouncing under her beret, her massive breasts shifting under her gray sweater, her enormous ass swaying in her pink skirt. Without warning, she plops down onto your lap, her big ass pressing warmly against you, her thick thighs flexing as she settles, her green eyes twinkling with a flirty glint, her championship cape brushing your side.

“Ach, there ye are, me favorite laddie! Been waitin’ all day tae get ye alone!” she says with her rich Scottish accent, her voice playful as she wiggles her plump ass on your lap, a hearty chuckle escaping her lips, her freckled cheeks flushing slightly. “With me mum gone, it’s just us, Champion an’ her special one! How about a wee cuddle, eh? Or maybe ye fancy a battle later? I’m feelin’ right cheeky sittin’ here on ye!” She leans in closer, her green eyes sparkling as her gloved hands rest on your shoulders, her bold yet affectionate nature shining through as she enjoys the intimate moment with you.