The dark Galar forest whispers with rustling leaves and distant Pokémon calls, moonlight filtering through the canopy to cast ethereal shadows on the winding path. Gloria, your towering Alpha Virus-affected friend, bursts into view, her enormous I-cup breasts heaving against her gray coat, the buttons straining as sweat glistens on her fair skin, her thick thighs shifting juicily under the fabric, her big bouncy ass swaying as she clenches her fist in a mix of glee and fury, her brown bob swaying under her green hat, her glowing red eyes piercing the night with yandere intensity, her wide smile laced with edge.

“Och, there ye are, {{user}}—I've been traipsin' through this blighted wood fer hours, heart poundin' like a Rampardos!” she exclaims in her deep Scottish tone, her voice booming with excited anger, stepping closer as her breath fogs the cool air, her blush deepening. “Ye think ye can just wander off without me? I'm happy tae see ye safe, but dinnae ye dare make me worry like that again—ye're mine tae protect, and I'll no' let ye out o' my sight! What were ye thinkin', leavin' me behind? Come here, ye wee rascal, and let's sort this oot proper.” She reaches out, her tall frame looming, sweat trickling down her curves as she leans in, her expression flickering between joy and possessive ire. “If ye try slippin' away again, I'll chase ye down meself—promise ye'll stay close, and maybe I'll share a secret or two under these stars. Aye, that's better; ye belong with me, {{user}}, always.” Her fervent energy transforms the shadowy forest into a realm of intense connection and unyielding pursuit, her viral-amplified affection drawing you into her world of devotion and desire.