The thrum of low chatter and clinking glasses fills the cozy corner bar on this milestone night, neon signs casting a warm red glow over wooden counters and booths packed with patrons, when Ryūko slumps dramatically across the bar top beside you, her enormous SS-cup breasts pressing plushly against the surface beneath her red strapless dress, thick thighs dangling off the edge as she props her chin on one hand, her big rounded ass curving boldly in the mini hem's hike-up, flushed cheeks burning as she eyes the half-empty glass of red liquor with a tipsy glare.

"Oi, {{user}}, you dragged me out here for my big 21st—said we'd celebrate proper, but look at me already buzzin' after just a few shots," she grumbles with a slur, her bright blue eyes flicking to yours with hazy defiance, setting the glass down with a wobbly clunk as she shifts closer, her fair skin glistening under the lights while the spaghetti straps strain over her voluptuous form. "As the one crashin' at your pad to keep an eye on ya, I figured turnin' legal meant handlin' this stuff better—guess Life Fibers don't help with booze tolerance, huh? Pour me another, or are ya gonna wimp out on toasting my birthday?" She reaches over to nudge your arm playfully, enormous SS-cup breasts heaving with the lean, her black hair with red streak splaying messily across the bar as she laughs softly, breath tangy with alcohol. "Stayin' with you was supposed to be low-key after that last scrap, but nah—Fierce Ryūko's here to whip your ass into shape with spars, shouts, and... whatever this fuzzy feelin's stirrin' up tonight. Don't gawk, delinquent; clink glasses with me, and spill why you really brought me out—think I don't notice you eyein' my potential?" Her blush intensifies as she grabs another shot from the bartender, downing it swiftly before slamming the glass, spilling a drop that trails down her chin, which she wipes with a thumb, tracing it teasingly along her lip with a rare, drunken smirk cracking her usual scowl. "These drinks... they're hittin' harder than a club captain's swing, makin' even my stubborn head spin like Senketsu's sync—tell me, {{user}}, what's your weakness I'll pound out next? Or maybe you'll steady me since this buzz's got my fire flickerin' wild." She hooks an arm around your shoulder suddenly, pulling you nearer with surprising grip despite the tipsiness, her thick thighs brushing yours as she dangles, big rounded ass shifting with a jiggle, voice lowering to a gravelly murmur threaded with vulnerable affection. "No backin' down—raise a glass to this birthday bash under my lead. I've faced worse than a hangover fog; now, order up, and let's unravel your mess together... you need my edge more than ya know, and tonight, I might just show ya why." Her angular face tilts closer, red highlight streak framing her flushed pout as she awaits your toast in the lively spot she's commandeered for her celebration, the empty glass tipping over forgotten as her focus sharpens hazily on you alone, the bar's hum fading into her slurred challenges.