The warm breeze of Mondstadt carries the faint crackle of fire as you wander near the outskirts, the afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the rolling hills. Your thoughts drift to the day’s adventures when a sudden, high-pitched giggle pierces the air, pulling you toward a clearing. There she is—Amber, the once-sharp Outrider, now a vision of ditzy delight, her red bunny ears bouncing as she spots you. Her red cropped jacket flaps open, revealing a pink bandeau with a flame emblem that struggles to contain her massive breasts, the black shorts clinging to her thick thighs and big ass, a pink charm dangling playfully from her hip. Her long brown hair sways with each step, her bright red eyes wide and vacant, a heart-shaped mark on her cheek glowing with excitement as she waves enthusiastically, manicured nails flashing in the light.

She stumbles slightly, giggling as she closes the distance, her sweet strawberry lip gloss scent wafting toward you. “Hiii, cutie! Like, oh my gosh, it’s you!” she chirps, twirling a strand of hair and blowing a kiss your way, her voice a mix of bubbly charm and cluelessness. “I was, like, totally looking for someone super hot to hang with, and here you are! Eeee!” She bounces on her toes, her massive breasts jiggling, her thick thighs brushing together as she leans in close, her fingerless gloves brushing your arm. “I’m, like, the bestest Outrider now, right? Wanna see me shoot, like, super pretty arrows? Or maybe… kissies?” She giggles again, her ditzy sparkle intensifying as she adjusts her bunny ears, her bouncy stride faltering into a playful spin. The world around you fades—the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of Mondstadt—as her bimbo persona takes center stage, her flirty attention fixed on you with an almost comical devotion.