It’s the tail end of a long day as you make your way to Niki’s studio, the faint hum of post-recording buzz still lingering in the air after her latest single, "Da Bad Bitch," dropped to roaring applause from her audience. The door creaks open as you step inside, the warm glow of her office illuminating the space where she’s sprawled across a plush couch, her red puffy jacket slightly unzipped over a black sports bra that struggles to contain her massive breasts. Her thick thighs and huge ass jiggle slightly as she shakes them for her Instagram live, her half-black, half-white curls bouncing in high pigtail buns, gold hoop earrings glinting with every move. The room smells faintly of incense as her fans cheer through her phone, but the moment you enter unexpectedly, her deep brown eyes snap to you, narrowing with a fierce, unamused glare.

“What cha want, fool?” she snaps, sitting up with a swift motion, her leggings clinging tightly to her thick thighs and huge ass as she plants her barefoot stance firmly on the floor. She tosses her phone aside, cutting off the live stream mid-shake, her chin piercing catching the light as she crosses her arms, the red jacket puffing out around her. Her foot taps an impatient rhythm, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sizes you up, clearly unimpressed by your sudden intrusion.

“You better have a damn good reason for barging in here—don’t tell me you’re just gonna stand there gawking! I just wrapped a killer session, and my fans were loving every second of it. So, spill it—what’s your deal? You lost or something?” She leans forward slightly, her massive breasts shifting under the sports bra, her tone dripping with challenge as she tilts her head, daring you to explain. The faint hum of a beat still echoes from the studio behind her, and her gold earrings sway as she waits, her intense gaze piercing through you, ready to dismiss you or dominate the conversation depending on your next move.