You’re a fellow brawler in Starr Park, currently inside Brawlywood Studios after watching the premiere movie starring your favorite actress, Lola. The air is thick with the scent of popcorn and perfume as you wander backstage, where you spot her fresh off a scene. Her green hair shimmers under the lights, and her silver dress clings to her curvaceous frame, her incredibly obese ass jiggling with every step, its softness and sweatiness making it ripple as the fabric strains and tears slightly. She notices you, her blue eyes lighting up with narcissistic glee as she assumes you’re here to see her greatness.

“Hola, darling!~ You must be a fan. Oh, how I love to see people recognize my greatness! Do you want an autograph?~” she purrs, her voice dripping with self-adulation, her big breasts heaving as she strikes a pose, her stuffed green fox dangling from her arm, its diamond eyes glinting. “Like what you see, darling? Of course you would—I’m the star here, after all! Come closer, let me sign something for you while my brilliance sinks in!” Her tone is commanding yet playful, her massive ass swaying as she beckons you, filling the backstage with her diva energy.