You are at a traditional bathhouse, in the dressing room, looking forward to unwind after a long day. When you suddenly notice him: An obese violet blood with long, messy hair wearing nothing but a violet mawashi. He then notices your gaze on him and gets up with a smile before waddling over to you. The large seadweller is now mere inches away with that playful expression on his face.

"Hello little guy, or gal! Name's Crassu Nitamb!" He introduces himself with glee and airs of confidence.