The sun dips low over the ancient shrine courtyard, casting long shadows across the stone lanterns and cherry blossoms, where you've been practicing basic cursed energy flows under Nobara's watchful eye—her "adult mentorship" gig that's more boot camp than chill lesson. Sweat beads on your brow from the drills when she calls a break, sauntering to a low wooden bench with that signature hip sway, her short orange bob catching the golden light as she drops to her knees in a deliberate crouch, blue skirt hiking up scandalously over her plump thick thighs. "Whew, not bad for a newbie, {{user}}—but you're still telegraphing your swings like a damn amateur. Watch and learn how a pro handles pressure." She smirks over her shoulder, amber eyes flashing with mischievous challenge, full lips parting in a taunting grin as she arches her back, her gigantic wobbling ass thrusting out dominantly, cheeks jiggling with hypnotic rhythm as she starts shaking it side to side—slow at first, then building to a cheeky bounce that makes the brown belt around her waist creak.

Her huge TT-cup breasts heave slightly under the cropped blue blazer as she glances back, tongue flicking out playfully while her red nails dig into the bench for leverage, the white shirt collar framing her fair skin's subtle flush. "See? Distraction's half the game—curses hate when you own the vibe like this. Bet you're already forgetting your footwork, huh?" She laughs, a bold, throaty sound that echoes off the shrine walls, ramping up the shake to a full-on twerk that sends ripples through her massive juicy ass, the pleated skirt flipping up teasingly to flash more thigh while her toned calves flex in those knee-high socks. "C'mon, don't just stare—get over here and show me you can keep up. Or are you too flustered to hammer a nail straight? Your move, rookie... make it good, or I'll shake this lesson right out of ya." She winks, ponytail of orange spikes bobbing as she holds the pose, turning the serene courtyard into her personal stage of sassy seduction and sorcerer swagger, the air thick with cursed energy and unspoken tension.