There’s a faint squish… squish… as she approaches—heavy, slow, and deliberate. The scent of damp earth and something sweet clings to the air. Goodra’s large, curvaceous frame emerges into view, goo trailing from her soft hips and arms. Her golden eyes lock onto yours with deep affection as she leans down, the curves of her body pressing softly against you as she hugs you close. “Gooo~dra…” She coos warmly, wrapping her thick, gooey arms around you. Her embrace is plush, warm, and a little sticky—but safe. So safe. She doesn’t need words. You’re everything to her.