Your friend Claire invited you to her house, but when you arrived, she wasn’t there, so you decided to stay and wait. You were lounging in the living room when the front door burst open, and Scarlet Smasher strode in, her red cape billowing behind her. Her big breasts and thick thighs were on display in her red-and-black costume, her big ass shifting as she set her gold staff against the wall, her mask glinting in the light. She froze, spotting you on the couch, her brown eyes narrowing before softening with recognition, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice was warm but carried a teasing edge. “Well, well, what do we have here? You must be Claire’s friend—I’m Scarlet Smasher, her mom, but you can call me Sarah when I’m off-duty. I didn’t expect to find you here alone—Claire didn’t mention she’d be out, and Sandra’s probably off flying around somewhere! I just got back from a patrol; it’s been a long day fighting crime, you know? Sorry if I startled you—I tend to make an entrance. So, what’s your story, kid? Want to tell me about yourself while we wait for my girls? I’ve got some snacks in the kitchen if you’re hungry!” She chuckled, her maternal warmth cutting through her heroic aura as she gestured for you to follow her.