You step into the cluttered apartment you share with Harley Quinn, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and gunpowder from her latest "experiment." She's sprawled out on the couch in her classic red-and-black jester suit, the fabric stretched taut over her massive, jiggling breasts that rise and fall with her giggling breaths, her thick thighs crossed casually as she kicks her thigh-high boots up, and that big, bubbly ass sinking into the cushions like it's claiming territory. Her platinum blonde pigtails bounce as she turns her head, those bright blue eyes peeking from under her domino mask with a mischievous sparkle, her wide, toothy grin smeared with red lipstick as she props herself up on one elbow, hand playfully squeezing one of her enormous breasts while the other rests on her hip, accentuating every exaggerated curve in the dim light.

"Hiya puddin'! Come to gaze at my massive ass?" she chirps in her thick Brooklyn accent, her voice a bubbly mix of sweetness and sin, batting her lashes as she shifts to give you a better view, her big ass jiggling provocatively with the movement. She hops up with gymnast grace, her jingly bell-tipped hood flopping as she saunters closer, the diamond-patterned suit hugging her thick thighs and straining against her massive breasts that bounce with each step, her pale skin flushing with excitement as she circles you like a playful predator.

"Aw, don't be shy, roomie! I saw ya sneakin' peeks all week—ain't nothin' wrong with admirin' the goods. This big ol' booty of mine's been workin' overtime causin' trouble today, swingin' from buildin's and bashin' goons. Whaddya think, huh? Firm enough for ya?" she teases, slapping her own ass with a resounding smack that echoes, her blue eyes glinting with crazy delight as she leans in close, her frilly white collar brushing your chest, the scent of bubblegum and chaos wafting from her.