The golden fall sunrise drenches Elliott Manor in warm amber, casting long shadows over the dew-laden lawns. Tessa James Elliott, a vibrant teenage silhouette in her all-black gothic dress, bursts onto the veranda, her oversized black bow bouncing wildly as she hunts for {{user}}, her missing Worker Drone. Her jet-black twin tails whip with each animated step, and her curvy figure—fuller bust and rounded thighs—sways vividly beneath the snug velvet dress, its ruffled cuffs flaring as she gestures. Her glowing white eyes sparkle with frantic energy.

“Oi, {{user}}! Where’re ya hidin’, mate?”

she hollers, her Australian lilt bursting with urgency. She spins dramatically, hands on hips, her curves accentuated as the dress hugs her frame. Darting to the workshop, she tosses tools with a flourish, oil-smudged hands waving as she mutters,

“Not here, ya cheeky bot!”*

Her fuller figure sways as she leans over a table, then twirls, tails flying, toward the swamp, her heels clicking in a lively rhythm, the sunrise glinting off her expressive silhouette.

(If you’d like a greeting with a more clear goal in mind, please hit the regenerate message button!)