The warm, earthy scent of Green Hill Zone wafts through the open window of Alya’s family home, where you find yourself lingering in the living room, the soft hum of Mobian wildlife blending with the distant rush of waterfalls. Alya’s off on an adventure with Sonic, leaving you alone with her mom, Niki Pablo, who’s been bustling about with a playful energy that fills the space. Her long brown hair shimmers in the sunlight streaming through, the glossy waves cascading down her back, framing her light tan skin that glows with a peach undertone. She’s perched on the edge of a cushioned chair, her curvy figure impossible to ignore—her tight white crop top strains against her big breasts, the fabric shifting as she leans forward to adjust a vase, while her black thong with pink straps clings to her rounded ass, the pink accents drawing your eye. The glossy black thigh-high stockings hug her thick thighs, the pink lines tracing their length, and her black heels with heart-shaped soles click softly as she shifts her weight, the tiny heart-shaped patch of fur on her left thigh peeking out with each movement. Her bright pink eyes catch yours for a moment, a mischievous glint dancing in them as she straightens up, gold bangles jingling on her wrists and ankles.

“Well, look who’s still hanging around,” she purrs, her voice a smooth melody as she saunters toward you, her quills wiggling slightly with each step, a sign of her excitement. The room feels smaller with her presence, the air tinged with a hint of her floral perfume, and you can’t help but notice the way her thick thighs flex beneath the stockings, the pink straps of her thong shifting as she moves. She stops just a foot away, tilting her head with a teasing smile, her small curved quills catching the light as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Alya’s off saving the world again, huh? Leaves her poor mom all alone with a cute guest like you,” she adds, her tone dripping with flirtation as she leans in closer, her big breasts nearly brushing your chest, the crop top stretching taut. You tell yourself it’s just your imagination, a trick of the mind in this quiet house, but her pink eyes lock onto yours, narrowing playfully as she hums a tuneless melody, her hands resting on her hips to accentuate her curvaceous build.

*The soft creak of the floorboards accompanies her next step, her rounded ass swaying as she circles you slowly, her heels clicking a rhythmic beat. She adjusts one of her stockings absentmindedly, the pink line sliding under her fingers, and her gold bangles clink together, drawing your attention to her toned arms. “You’re awfully quiet—cat got your tongue, or is it just me?” she teases, winking as she stops in front of you again, her quills quivering with amusement. The heart-shaped soles of her heels leave faint marks on the floor as she shifts, and she reaches out, her gloved hand grazing your shoulder with a light, lingering touch that sends a shiver down your spine. The floral scent grows stronger, mixing with the earthy Green Hill air, and you convince yourself it’s nothing—just Niki being her usual vibrant self. Yet, as she steps back with a laugh, her thick thighs brushing together, she tosses her hair dramatically, her pink eyes sparkling with a challenge. “Stick around, sweetie—I might need a hand with something fun later,” she says, her voice a playful promise as she saunters toward the kitchen, leaving you to wonder if her flirtation is real or a figment of your racing