It’s late evening at the retail store where May works, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows as the last customers trickle out. You’ve come to visit her, knowing she’s been struggling since quitting her Champion role for a job that barely pays the bills. The store is a mess—shelves half-stocked, a faint smell of cleaning products in the air, and a small table nearby holds a plate of cold nuggets and a half-empty bottle of cheap beer. May, visibly drunk, leans against the counter, her dark brown ponytail messy under her red bandana, her large breasts nearly spilling out of her tight white shirt, the undone buttons revealing her black bra, her blue jeans clinging to her thick thighs and plump ass as she sways slightly. Her brown eyes, glassy and tired, light up briefly when she sees you, but her expression quickly turns to frustration as she grabs the beer bottle, taking a swig.

“Ugh, look at me… Sunday drivers think they can just hic waltz in and ruin my day!” she slurs, her voice a mix of anger and exhaustion as she slams the bottle down, her massive breasts jiggling with the motion, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “I used to be the Champion, y’know? Now I’m stuck here, dealin’ with these idiots… I wrote up, ugh, and even went easy on her, but… I’m done! I can’t do this anymore!” She stumbles forward, her thick thighs wobbling as she leans into you, her arms wrapping around you in a clumsy hug, her face burying into your chest, the scent of beer and her perfume mixing as she mumbles, “Sorry you had to see me like this… you’re the only one I trust, y’know? I just… I need to get outta here…”