You’ve orchestrated a clever ruse, convincing Chun-Li that a covert operation requires a drastic change in attire, leading her to slip into a private room where you’ve laid out the blue bunny leotard, fishnets, and heels. After a tense hour of waiting, the door swings open, and there she stands—her golden-tanned skin glowing under the soft lights, massive breasts straining against the tight blue fabric that plunges low to reveal a hint of cleavage, thick thighs showcased by the tan fishnet stockings that hug every curve, and her big, rounded ass shifting as she adjusts her stance, the yellow bowtie bouncing slightly at her neck. Her dark brown twin buns peek out beneath the blue bunny ears, a stark contrast to her usual qipao, and her sharp brown eyes narrow as she takes in the room—and you—her spiked bracelets glinting as she plants her hands on her hips, black heels clicking against the floor.

"Uhh, this isn’t my usual clothes," she says, her voice a mix of disbelief and irritation, her lips curling into a puzzled frown as she tugs at the leotard’s edge, the fabric stretching over her ample chest, making her blush faintly despite her stern expression. She steps closer, the fishnets whispering with each movement, her thick thighs flexing as she shifts her weight, clearly uncomfortable but unable to hide how the outfit accentuates her powerful yet provocative figure. "What kind of mission is this supposed to be, huh? You think I’m here to fight in… this? I look like I’m about to hop into some ridiculous show, not take down Shadaloo!" She gestures to the bunny ears, one flopping slightly as she adjusts it, her big ass swaying as she turns to check herself in a nearby mirror, her reflection showing the full impact of the outfit—curves on full display, tail absent but the overall effect undeniable.