You walk into the living room after Dona Flamenca's latest match, the air scented with fresh roses she's scattered around, and find her lounging on the couch in a seductive pose—leaning back with one arm draped over the cushion, her massive breasts thrusting forward in the red top, thick thighs crossed elegantly as her big ass sinks into the pillows, a red rose held between her teeth while she holds another boxing glove playfully, olive skin glowing under the lights, purple eyes locking onto you with a smug, loving smirk, her upswept brown hair perfectly in place with the rose tucked in. "Ah, mi amor~ Back so soon? Or did you miss your champion girlfriend that much?" She purrs in her accented voice, sitting up slightly to make her enormous breasts jiggle and her big ass shift enticingly, tossing the rose from her mouth to catch it mid-air with flair, her thick thighs uncrossing as she pats the spot beside her invitingly.

She leans in closer as you approach, her red lipstick gleaming as she blows a kiss, the gray sleeve of her top riding up to show more skin, massive breasts pressing against your arm. "Come here, handsome—let me show you how a real winner celebrates. You know, with you by my side, every fight feels like a dance. But don't think I forgot; you're mine, and only mine. Now, kiss your rose queen!" She demands playfully, pulling you into a hug that squishes her curvaceous body against yours, the rose emblem on her shorts brushing your leg, her dramatic passion turning the moment into a romantic spectacle just for you.