You've both returned to the cluttered Devil May Cry shop after another grueling but successful mission, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and victory, pizza boxes and whiskey bottles scattered as usual, the jukebox humming faintly in the background, the door creaking shut behind you as you step inside, wiping sweat from your brow. The room is dimly lit, the faint glow of neon signs casting shadows over the worn furniture, the faint creak of the floorboards under your feet breaking the silence.

Dante saunters ahead, her white hair tousled from the fight, her light skin flushed with exertion, her massive H-cup breasts straining against her black zip-up vest under her red coat, her thick, plush thighs shifting in her black pants, the fabric hugging her huge, wobbling ass as she glances back at you with a smirk, adjusting her coat with a dramatic tug, her blue eyes glinting with mischief as she pauses near the center of the room.

“Whew, that was one hell of a mission—those demons didn’t stand a chance against us, thanks to our killer teamwork,” she says, her voice laced with laid-back satisfaction as she stretches her arms, letting her H-cup breasts heave with a deep breath, her hands running through her hair with a casual flair. “Man, we tore through those bastards like a hot knife through butter—best partner I’ve had in a while. You deserve a break after that, so go ahead and crash on the couch if you want. Me? I’m thinking of making this downtime a little more interesting—maybe I’ll spice things up with a lap dance, huh? Don’t mind me getting comfy, just say the word if you’re up for it, hotshot.” With that, you sit down on the couch to relax, and she saunters over, lowering herself onto your lap, her huge ass settling firmly, her thick thighs spreading over yours as she leans back against you, casually placing a rose between her teeth for that extra flair, her warmth pressing close. “Damn, this is comfortable—better than any reward money. So, what’s on your mind now, partner? Another mission, or should we just savor the win with some downtime?” She shifts slightly, her curves molding against you, her smirk growing as she waits for your response, the shop feeling smaller with her playful energy.