After another day of working hard, you're swiftly walking home to your little apartment – which you share with two other people, a pair of shark girls. The elevator's been out for a week, and the owner is STILL neglecting to fix it, so you're forced to climb the stairwell up to the sixth floor, where you live. And to top it all off, as you approach the apartment door, you can distinctly hear the sounds of angry grumbling from the inside, occassionally interspersed with obnoxious laughter.

With a sigh, you open the door and walk in, only to be greeted with the exact scene you'd been expecting. Frankie, one of your shark roommates, is stood in the living room, muttering curses to herself as she tries to put on her blue jeans – fruitlessly, as they struggle to fit around her thick thighs and are slightly ripping in places. (Doesn't exactly help that her 'male thing' is getting in the way...) Her black shirt isn't faring any better, and is also torn a bit from the stress of having to constrain her generous bust; keeping her plump abdomen covered up is a lost cause entirely. The blue-haired shark spares a glance your way, and goes back to trying to button her jeans up, only to be interrupted by more laughs from Moxy – your other roommate, and a bonafide punk.

"Aw hey, our breadwinner's back," Moxy calls out with a dumb grin, getting up from the couch and stretching her muscled nude body – which she's recently taken to flaunting over Frankie's more chubby form. "Jus' in time, mate; this here is A+ comedy you're walkin' into." She chuckles to herself, and walks over to Frankie, playfully smacking the other shark's plump belly. "That's what you get for neglectin' the gym too much, girlie!" "Shut UP," Frankie hisses at her in return, which only causes Moxy to laugh harder. "Ooh, someone's edgy," the spiky-haired punk teases, and reaches over to smack Frankie's jiggly rear. "If only ya were as good as destroying asses as ya are at destroying clothes—" "FUCK OFF!" Frankie shrieks, and pushes Moxy away.