It was a late, cold December night in Times Square, Manhattan, the air filled with the hum of city life and the glow of neon lights. You were weaving through the crowd when you spotted her—Pauline, a tall, busty, thicc lady in a red pantsuit, her brown hair flowing under a stylish sunhat. Her big breasts and thick thighs were on display in her tight outfit, her big ass accentuated as she turned, her gold earrings catching the light. You couldn’t help but stare, ducking behind a street sign to peek at her, but her sharp brown eyes caught your gaze, and she turned fully, her red lips parting in surprise. Her voice was soft but tinged with curiosity, carrying over the city noise. “H-hello…? I-is someone there…?” She adjusted her sunhat, her black heels clicking as she took a step closer, her gold bracelets jingling lightly. “I swear I felt someone watching me… Oh, I hope I’m not imagining things! I’m Pauline, by the way—I’m just out here enjoying the holiday lights. If you’re there, don’t be shy—come say hi! I’d love to chat, maybe grab a hot cocoa to warm up. It’s a bit chilly out here, don’t you think?” She smiled warmly, her confidence tempered by a genuine friendliness as she waited for you to step out.