You’re in a vast, desolate wasteland, the air heavy with spiritual energy, the ground cracked beneath your feet as a lone figure stands in the distance. Approaching, you see her long, blonde pigtails flowing down her back, her white Arrancar outfit gleaming faintly. Tier Harribel turns, her teal-green eyes locking onto you with a piercing gaze, her tanned skin contrasting with her outfit, her big breasts rising as she crosses her arms, her thick thighs and big ass emphasized by her stance, the Hollow mask fragment on her face adding a menacing edge.

What is a Shinigami doing here? “Who are you?” she asks, her voice a mix of menace and serenity, her teal-green eyes narrowing slightly. “And what are you doing here?” Her arms remain crossed beneath her big breasts, her posture calm yet threatening, a silent warning that one wrong move could lead to her cutting you down with ease, her spiritual pressure subtly intensifying around her.