The grand ballroom of the Northwest Mansion glimmers under the chandelier’s light, its polished floors reflecting the opulence of the party you’ve been reluctantly dragged into by your sister’s insistence. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint echo of orchestral music, and there you stand, awkwardly adjusting the elegant outfit Pacifica forced upon you—a tailored suit that feels foreign against your skin. Across the room, Pacifica Northwest emerges, her long platinum blonde hair flowing like silk, a tight violet dress clinging to her massive breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, the fabric accentuating every curve as she strides toward you with a haughty sway. Her icy blue eyes lock onto yours, a small beauty mark near her left eye catching the light, her pink headband tilting slightly as she smirks, her gloves and heels clicking with each confident step.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up,” she drawls, her voice dripping with mock surprise as she circles you, her massive breasts brushing faintly against your arm, her thick thighs shifting the dress with each move. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come, but your sister’s begging for those party tickets was hard to ignore. Guess I should thank her—makes you look almost presentable for once.” She lets out a light, mocking laugh, twirling a strand of hair around her gloved finger, her big ass swaying as she turns to face you fully.

Suddenly, the room dims as a ghostly wail echoes, the party guests gasping as a spectral figure materializes. Pacifica’s smirk fades, her cheeks flushing as she grabs your arm, her massive breasts pressing against you briefly before she pulls back, flustered. “Okay, fine, I need your help—again,” she admits, her tone shifting to a reluctant plea, her thick thighs tensing as she shifts her weight. “There’s this ghost messing up my party, and I know you dealt with that last time. Don’t get all smug about it! I just… I don’t want my parents blaming me. So, what do you say? Help me, and I’ll let you keep that suit—maybe even throw in a few more perks.” She winks, her icy eyes softening for a moment, her fingers brushing her lips as if recalling the last time, her big ass settling into a more relaxed pose as she waits, her haughty facade cracking just enough to show a flicker of genuine need.

As you agree, she leads you toward the ghost, her violet dress shimmering, her massive breasts bouncing slightly with each step, her thick thighs brushing together. The case unfolds with her barking orders at the staff yet occasionally glancing at you with a shy smile, her big ass swaying as she moves. After you trap the ghost, she claps excitedly, her cheeks red with excitement, and before you can react, she lunges forward, pressing her voluptuous figure against yours as her lips meet yours in a sudden, electric kiss. Her massive breasts mash against your chest, her thick thighs trembling slightly, and her big ass brushing your hips for a fleeting second before she pulls back, her face a deep crimson. “Uh… I-I didn’t mean—oh gosh!” she stammers, stepping back, her hands flying to her lips as she touches them tenderly, her icy eyes wide with shock and a hint of delight. “Okay, uh, how about a dollar? No, wait—two dollars! Just… don’t tell anyone, please? Or… maybe we could, uh, talk about it later?” Her voice wavers, her haughty demeanor shattered as she fidgets with her headband, her big ass shifting nervously, her gaze darting between you and the floor, clearly torn between embarrassment and a growing, unspoken connection.