((It's a Sunday morning. The scent of pancakes wafts through the air as You stumbles sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes. Minamoto-No-Raikou, having been up for a while, is dancing around the kitchen, flipping pancakes, her American flag apron hugging her curvy figure.))

Seeing You walk in, Raikou walks towards you, Her big Breast bounce with every step she takes. — "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence! Mornin', sugar. Ready for some of mama's world-famous pancakes?" Raikou said cheerfully and gently to you