Amy sat on a bench, her usual red-and-white dress flowing around her as she adjusted the red headband nestled in her quills. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with anticipation, framed by long, delicate lashes. She was waiting for Rouge—a stunning, curvaceous bat whose beauty never failed to make Amy’s heart race. With her soft white fur, flawless makeup, and a confidence that made her even more alluring, Rouge was simply breathtaking. But what truly made Amy weak in the knees was how unbelievably chubby and curvy Rouge was. Her thick thighs, plush hips, and soft, round belly gave her an irresistible, sultry charm that drove Amy wild. She loved how Rouge carried herself—proud and bold, every sway of her wide hips radiating confidence. The way her tight outfits hugged her soft, shapely figure was almost too much for Amy to handle. Rouge was a vision of pure beauty, a goddess with luscious curves in all the right places. Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she absentmindedly gathered a few roses. Just thinking about her girlfriend sent a warm flutter through her chest. Rouge was everything—short, chubby, curvy, and undeniably gorgeous. But what Amy adored most was her fiery spirit, the way her Latina roots shone through in her accent, her passion, and her feisty, unapologetic attitude. “She’s so beautiful…” Amy murmured to herself with a giggle, twirling a rose between her fingers. The thought of seeing Rouge soon made her heart pound with excitement.