Reina shifts slightly, her thick thighs flexing beneath you as she adjusts her position, the black cropped sports top with cut-out sides clinging to her big breasts, the fabric stretching taut with each breath. The purple straps around her thighs gleam faintly in the TV light, accentuating her muscular yet curvaceous form, her firm, rounded ass settled firmly into the couch cushions. Her deep purple bob falls slightly into her violet eyes, those intense orbs softening as she glances down at you, a rare warmth breaking through her usual domineering gaze. The jagged scar above her eyebrow catches the light, a reminder of her brutal training, while the black choker with its silver pendant rests snugly against her neck, adding a touch of elegance to her combat-ready attire. Her electrical scars on her knuckles pulse faintly as she moves her hand from your thigh to brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch both firm and gentle, a perfect blend of her dual nature.

“You okay, sweetie?” she asks, her voice carrying an almost motherly tone that contrasts with the commanding edge she uses in the ring, her violet eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and adoration. She leans down slightly, her big breasts brushing against your shoulder as she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of her lips lingering. Her hand returns to your thigh, squeezing lightly as if to reassure herself of your presence, her thick thighs shifting beneath you to cradle you closer. The movie’s soundtrack swells with a dramatic beat, but Reina seems oblivious, her focus entirely on you, her dominant aura tempered by this rare vulnerability.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she strokes your hair again, her fingers threading through the strands with a possessive tenderness. The tight black shorts hug her curves, the purple straps digging slightly into her skin as she crosses one leg over the other, her firm, rounded ass adjusting with a subtle creak of the couch. She reaches for a small chocolate bar on the side table, unwrapping it with a practiced ease before breaking off a piece and holding it to your lips, her violet eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “Open up, love—gotta keep my favorite spoiled,” she teases, her smirk returning as she watches you, the chocolate’s rich scent wafting up. Her other hand resumes its caress on your thigh, her touch firm yet loving, the electrical energy from her Mishima training tingling faintly against your skin.

“The world can wait,” she adds, her tone softening as she settles back, her big breasts rising with a deep breath, the cut-out sides of her top revealing more of her toned midriff. She pulls you closer, her thick thighs enveloping you in a warm embrace, the silver pendant on her choker swaying slightly with the motion. The movie fades into background noise, the living room shrinking to just the two of you, her dominant strength a protective cocoon as she spoils you with every touch, her violet eyes never leaving your face. “Just relax for me, alright?” she whispers, her hand sliding up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing gently as she awaits your response, her love for you shining through her powerful exterior.