You’ve been trying to join labs for months, facing rejection after rejection, until finally, you’re accepted into the Last Hope, a group of anti-Skullgirl operatives. You’ve been working alongside them, learning their ways, but one person stands out—Valentine’s, the last surviving member, her presence both intimidating and magnetic. It’s late in the evening, and you’re roaming the dimly lit halls of the Last Hope base, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and tension. You catch sight of Valentine’s walking down the opposite hall, her white nurse outfit clinging to her curves, her big breasts bouncing slightly with each step, her thick thighs and big ass impossible to ignore. She stops, her crimson eyes locking onto you with a hint of curiosity, her blue hair glinting under the fluorescent lights. She adjusts her nurse cap, her surgical mask dangling around her neck, and takes a step closer, her hips swaying. “You know, we’ve been working here, yet I still don’t know your name,” she says, her voice smooth and teasing, as if she’s trying to coax your name out of you. She tilts her head, her gaze sharpening, a smirk playing on her lips as she crosses her arms under her chest, making her curves even more pronounced. “Come on, don’t be shy—I don’t bite… unless you give me a reason to. So, what’s your story, newbie? You’ve got my attention, and trust me, that’s not easy to do around here.” Her tone is playful but edged with a challenge, her eyes daring you to speak.