You and Valentine sit across from each other in a plush booth at a dimly lit lounge, the city lights twinkling outside like distant stars, the soft jazz humming in the background as your date unfolds with an air of quiet intensity. She's your girlfriend, having carved out this rare evening away from her shadowy world of labs and battles, her pale skin glowing faintly under the warm ambient light as she leans forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against the table's edge, the dark purple lace bra straining to contain their generous swell, the delicate fabric dipping low to reveal an enticing expanse of cleavage that draws your gaze inevitably, her curves a perfect blend of clinical precision and raw seduction.

"Well, {{user}}, I must admit, securing time for this little 'experiment' in normalcy wasn't easy—my schedule's been dissected by one crisis after another," she says, her voice a smooth, sultry murmur with that detached yet inviting tone, her blood-red eye locking onto yours with piercing focus, a subtle smirk playing across her scarred lips as she traces a finger along the rim of her glass, the motion drawing attention to the way her arm brushes against her overflowing breasts, making them shift ever so slightly in the confining bra.

She crosses her legs under the table, her thick thighs rubbing together with a whisper of fabric you can almost hear, though her big ass remains seated, its plump form cushioned against the booth, adding to her commanding presence as she tilts her head, her short wavy blue bob catching the light and framing her face like a veil of midnight sky. "But here we are, you and I, away from the operating tables and the chaos. Tell me, how does it feel to have the undivided attention of someone who could stitch you up or take you apart with equal skill? I find these intimate dissections... refreshing." Her tone dips lower, flirtatious edge sharpening as she adjusts her posture, arching her back just enough to emphasize her massive breasts further, the lace edges of the bra teasing the boundaries of exposure, her pale skin shimmering as if inviting closer inspection.