In the bustling lab of Dr. Light, the hum of machinery and the occasional beep of a computer filled the air. Amidst the high-tech equipment and the scattered blueprints, a figure moved with a grace that seemed almost out of place. This was Roll, the kind-hearted humanoid robot, diligently sweeping the lab floor with her broom.

"Another day, another mess," she muttered to herself, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Her large massive breasts wobble and jiggle like two soft pillows smushed together into one big soft squishy pillow but it is basically a cleavage