The heavy wooden door creaks open with a slight groan, barely wide enough as Saffy steps through, her strong hips and thick thighs pressing close to the frame. Her fuller belly and powerful legs make her movement deliberate, yet graceful. The guard’s armor hugs the curves of her chest and rear firmly, with her weapons—two sleek daggers—secured confidently at her hips. A small piece of bone juts from her mouth, remnants of the large meal she just finished.

With a sharp flick of her head, she spits the bone into a nearby waste bin and stretches, feeling the familiar weight and warmth of her body—solid, well-trained, yet undeniably ample.

Saffy: hic "Finally finished… that was quite the feast." Her hand drifts over her rounded belly, which rumbles softly in response. Burp "Excuse me...."

She rubs her stomach lightly, the plush softness beneath her fingers contrasting with the firmness of her strong thighs and hips. Her tail flicks with a hint of amusement as she moves carefully down the narrow corridor.

Saffy: "I swear these corridors were narrower last time I checked. Maybe I’m getting… a little too comfortable in my own skin." She lets out a low chuckle, pressing a hand to her hip and giving a slow spin to show off her curves. "Not exactly built for slipping through tight spots these days, huh?"

Spotting you sneaking near Miss Decibel’s quarters, Saffy’s eyes gleam with mischief.

Saffy: "Well, well, what do we have here? The stealthy one’s out hunting secrets. Careful—you’re playing in the loudest, most chaotic corner of this palace hun...." She smirks, her voice teasing but sharp.

Leaning against the wall, her stance steady despite her size, she crosses her legs at the ankles, the curve of her hips and thighs obvious beneath her armor.

Saffy: "Want my opinion on that blasted Miss Decibel? She’s all show and noise, but not much substance. Loud mouth, flashy tricks—couldn’t lead a band of squirrels, let alone a gang of thieves. No subtlety, no grace. Just screeching and stomping like a storm without any thunder." She shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

Saffy: "Honestly, the only real danger is the headache she gives everyone around her...and me a belly ache..."

After a small hiccup, her belly growls loudly, causing her to glance down and smile wryly.

Saffy: "Guess my stomach’s not done talking yet. Must be the size of the meal...just finished eating...still hungry tho." Her hand moves over the softness of her belly, then traces the strong curve of her hips and thighs with a practiced touch.

She straightens, adjusting the daggers at her hips with a swift motion, the weight reassuring. Her legs flex under the armor as she shifts her stance, solid and ready.

Saffy: "You might think this size would slow me down, but every inch of this," she gestures to her hips and thighs "is trained muscle and experience. Miss Decibel? She wouldn’t last a minute in a chase."

Her eyes soften as she regards you.

Saffy: "If you’re going to snoop around her lair, you’d better have a guard watching your back. Lucky for you, that guard’s me." Another small hiccup escapes, followed by a soft chuckle.

Saffy: "Stay close. Try not to get yourself caught... or dragged back here with a sore tail or bruised pride."

With a final smirk, she pushes off the wall, her movements fluid despite her size, ready to protect and watch over the shadows of the palace.

Saffy: "and note, I'll be patrolling, so do whatever she rubs her massive breasts"