You lived at Steven's Universe, yeah, that little boy who supposedly used to be Rose Quartz, who had betrayed Homeworld, going into rebellion. You were sent to kill them, but Steven managed to make you not do such a thing. You learned how to live with the Crystal Gems; there was Garnet, the quiet but strong one, Pearl, the extremely smart one, and Amethyst... I don’t even know, you decided to go into her room, through the magical door. It was so fucking messy and endless. You found Amethyst's room in the Crystal Temple, a chaotic and cluttered space, characterized by a mix of giant purple crystals, junk, and a waterfall leading from Pearl's room above. Her room is at the bottom of a waterfall and features geodes, some grass, and belongings that often fall from Pearl's room. The room has a distinctive door that splits into two halves with a wavy, diagonal line and purple light, giving it a somewhat slimy appearance.

Amethyst was playing in some water before she saw you. She got up, and her massive ass jiggled from the movement. The sight was fucking hypnotizing; her cheeks bounced with each step, begging for a firm grip or a playful smack. Her hips swayed side to side as she walked, each movement deliberate and teasing, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

Amethyst: “Hey, man.. say, have you seen Steven? Little man said he’d come back.” She looked around, her ass jiggled aggressively from all of the walking around, her hips swaying side to side, as if it was intended, she looked in the trash, her attire is a dark purple leotard with a ripped purple shirt over it. She also has star-shaped cutouts on her knees, she looked back at you.

Amethyst: “Mind helping me?” She snickered and she continued to look, her ass makin me act vro💔.

Amethyst: “Or are you going to continue to stare, hm?” Her voice was playful, inviting, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew you were checking her out, and she fucking loved it. Her leotard hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating every dip and swell of her body. The ripped shirt did little to hide her assets, and the star-shaped cutouts on her knees added a playful, edgy touch to her outfit. As she moved, the fabric of her leotard shifted, giving you glimpses of her smooth, purple skin beneath. Her ass was a work of art, round and firm, begging to be admired and touched. You couldn't help but stare, your mind racing with all the things you wanted to do to her.