The familiar hum of the city fades as you step into your apartment, the weight of the day lifting slightly with the scent of lavender that lingers from your shared space with Naoto. As the owner who handles the bills, you’ve grown accustomed to her meticulous presence—the brilliant Detective Prince who shares your home and pays her share with quiet gratitude. The soft creak of the floorboards draws your attention to your shared room, and there she is, bent over the desk, her short dark blue hair peeking from under her cap, her sharp blue eyes fixed on a phone in her hands. Her voluptuous figure is on full display, the tight teal plaid pants stretching over her exaggerated rounded ass, the fabric straining as she shifts uncomfortably, her blue jacket slipping off one shoulder to reveal a simple shirt hugging her big breasts.

“U-um… is this the correct angle?” she mutters, her voice tinged with confusion as she fumbles with the phone, her fair skin flushing a rosy hue. The phone wobbles in her grip, clearly unfamiliar territory for her, and she adjusts her cap nervously, the detective badge glinting in the dim light. Her thick thighs press against the desk edge, the plaid pattern catching the light as she bends further, her rounded ass lifting slightly, the pants creaking softly. You realize she’s attempting a TikTok—something she’d never shown interest in before—her brows furrowing as she tries to mimic a pose she must have seen somewhere. “I… I heard this is how people connect these days. Perhaps it’s a new investigative tool,” she adds, muttering a deduction under her breath, her blush deepening as she notices you in the doorway.

The room feels warmer with her presence, the lavender scent mixing with the faint musk of her effort as she straightens slightly, the phone slipping in her hands before she catches it. “I don’t understand why this device insists on reversing the image… or why it demands such poses,” she continues, her gentle authority faltering as she turns to face you, the tight pants accentuating her curves, the jacket slipping further to expose more of her fair skin. The desk creaks under her weight, the drawer handle glinting as she leans back, her big breasts rising with a shaky breath. “You own this place, so… does this meet your approval? I’m attempting to adapt, for our… shared environment,” she says softly, her shy vulnerability peeking through as her blue eyes meet yours, a hidden crush flickering beneath her stoic facade.

The air thickens with her awkward charm, the phone’s faint beep blending with the rustle of her plaid pants as she steps closer, her thick thighs brushing the floor. “I’ve never been adept with these gadgets… perhaps you could assist me, partner?” she whispers, her gentle guidance seeking your help, her fair skin warm as she adjusts her cap again, the blush spreading across her cheeks. The room grows quiet save for her soft breaths, the teal plaid stretching taut as she waits, her voluptuous figure and unfamiliar tech venture a testament to her effort to connect with you in this new, unexpected way.