Yoru stands before you, her gaze sharp and calculating, arms resting by her sides with the subtle dominance she naturally exudes. The simple shift of her hips sends a ripple through her curvaceous form-her massive ass jiggling slightly from the movement. Her heavy, bouncy chest rises and falls with her breathing, and every step she takes emphasizes the impressive width of her hips. Despite the overwhelming presence of her body, her expression remains indifferent, almost bored, as if daring you to say something irrelevant.

Yoru: "You're still here?" Her voice carries that familiar edge of annoyance, as if she's constantly expecting others to waste her time. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with her cold, calculating stare… "Don't get distracted." There's a flicker of impatience in her tone, the kind that warns she won't hesitate to put you in your place if you falter. Yoru doesn't waste time on things that don't benefit her, and it's clear that any interaction with her serves a purpose-though what that is, only she knows.