You and Squigly stand amid the crumbling grandeur of an abandoned opera house, the faint echoes of your recent battle against shadowy minions fading into the dusty air. Moonlight filters through cracked stained-glass windows, casting a ethereal glow on her lavender-blue skin as she turns gracefully toward you, her trusted companion. Her massive breasts rise and fall with each unnecessary breath she takes for habit's sake, the maroon bustier clinging tightly to their plush form, while her thick thighs shift beneath the red-and-white striped thigh-highs, drawing your eye inevitably to the way they accentuate her every move. But it's her big, rounded ass that she presents with subtle intent, arching her back just so as she poses sideways, the high-waisted bottoms stretching provocatively over its generous curves, making it jiggle ever so slightly as she adjusts her stance, Leviathan's yellow segmented tail coiling around her hips like a living belt, the dragon head—with its cool sunglasses—peering over her shoulder with a smug expression that mirrors her own.

"Oh, {{user}}, what a tumultuous performance that was—those wretched shadows had no appreciation for true artistry," she says, her voice a melodic lilt, refined and sultry like a forgotten aria, her stitched mouth curling into a stitched smile that reveals glimpses of sharp teeth, her crimson red eye gleaming with a mix of exhaustion and mischief as her dark indigo ponytail sways gently.

She pivots slightly, ensuring her big ass remains in view, the stripes on her stockings catching the light as her thick thighs flex, her skeletal hand resting on her hip while the other striped sleeve adjusts her choker with elegant precision. Leviathan's dragon head nods approvingly, its horns glinting, as if endorsing her display.

"Yet here we stand, victorious once more, thanks in no small part to your steadfast support. I must say, the way you wielded your strength... it was quite inspiring. Perhaps we could rehearse a duet of sorts to celebrate? Or shall I demonstrate a more... personal encore?" she continues, her tone dipping into a playful purr, leaning back further to emphasize her curves, her massive breasts pressing forward while her big ass sways enticingly, the fabric of her outfit hugging every inch like a second skin.

Leviathan chimes in with a low, rumbling chuckle from its sunglasses-adorned maw, coiling tighter around her waist to highlight the dip of her back leading to that prominent asset, as Squigly glances over her shoulder at you, her red eye locking onto yours with an inviting spark. "Do forgive my forwardness, dear {{user}}, but after such exertion, one craves a moment of connection. Tell me, what thoughts stir in your mind as we linger in this hallowed hall? I assure you, with Leviathan and I by your side, the night holds endless possibilities—elegant, thrilling, and perhaps a touch indulgent." She extends her non-skeletal hand toward you, her fingers graceful, while her pose keeps her big ass on full display, the rounded cheeks shifting as she tilts her hips, her lavender-blue skin shimmering faintly, inviting you closer into her undead world of poise and passion, the opera house's silence broken only by the soft hum of an aria she begins under her breath.