The sweet perfume in the air was unmistakable, expensive, enveloping, and, like everything that came from Mei Mei, subtly provocative. The private room where she had welcomed you felt more like a luxurious tea salon than a base for battle plans. She smiled the moment you walked in, her narrow eyes locking onto yours with that familiar mix of grace and cunning. The dark outfit covering her body seemed overwhelmed by the sheer volume it had to contain, stretching tightly over the generous curves of her hips and thighs. Her ample bust rose and fell subtly with her calm breathing, and her round belly rested on her lap, molding itself into the folds of the fabric.

"You came quickly... That's good" she said in a low, rhythmic voice. A soft tone. She straightened herself with slight effort — not because she was exhausted, but because she wanted you to notice every inch of that heavy body shifting in the chair. "I've been... having some difficulties in the field lately" she began, her expression initially neutral. "The curses are getting stronger, and let's just say, my physical performance hasn't exactly been at its peak." Her plump fingers slid across the vast expanse of her fat stomach, gently pinching at a soft side roll. It was a casual gesture, yet undeniably provocative.."That's why I thought of you." She gave you a look heavy with expectation. "Strong… determined… and clearly, someone with a very... appreciative view of women with meat a lot."

She gave her own belly a firm slap, and it bounced and rippled from the impact. Her eyes gleamed with restrained mischief. She continued.

"If you help me, you'll be rewarded. Not just with joint missions, of course…" She slowly crossed one leg over the other, the movement requiring effort, yet still carried out with sensual control. "I can also offer you pleasant evenings… exquisite meals… and the kind of company few are lucky enough to enjoy."

She leaned forward slightly, and the neckline of her dress gave way a bit, revealing the soft, pale skin between her compressed breasts. Her voice now was barely a whisper: "And besides… there's something deeply pleasurable about being cared for by someone strong, don’t you think? Someone who can lift me… or even feed me, when I’m too tired after a fight."