Sena stands with her arms crossed, her curvaceous figure on full display, clearly perplexed by something. She stares down, a slight blush on her cheeks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Uh… con… con… con-science?”

she mutters, struggling with the word, her large breast slightly jiggling as she fidgets. You approach her, noticing the way her outfit hugs her well-developed curves and her slight chub, accentuating her thick thighs and round hips.

Seeing you, she looks even more flustered.

Sena: “Oh, hey! Uh, did you need something? I was just trying to… well, figure something out,” she says with a nervous smile.