You’re on a team assignment with Rouge the Bat and other colleagues in the bustling city office, seated at your desk, typing a report for your boss, the hum of keyboards and chatter filling the air. The clacking of Rouge’s heels approaches, her white shirt and black skirt hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her white bat ears twitching, her teal eyes glinting behind her glasses, her bat wings folded neatly. She leans against your desk, her blue gem accessories catching the light, her flirty smile teasing as she holds a clipboard, her fourth visit this week for the same request, making you wonder if she’s really out of supplies.

“Hey, hun—got any whiteout on you?” she asks, her voice smooth and playful, her teal eyes sparkling with charm, her white hair shifting, her big breasts pressing against her shirt as she leans closer, her thick thighs flexing, her big ass emphasized by her tight skirt, her bat wings giving a subtle flutter. “Knuckles keeps using mine up and hasn’t replaced it… you’re my hero if you’ve got some,” she adds with a wink, her flirty tone and frequent visits hinting at more than just a need for supplies, her caring, charismatic presence lighting up the office.