You pay for a VIP in a club nestled in the glittering lights of New Donk City, the bass thumping softly as you enter the private lounge with velvet curtains and low tables, jazz melodies filling the air like a seductive whisper. There she is—your waitress, Pauline, posing nervously yet alluringly behind the bar, her massive breasts heaving under the shiny red bustier, thick thighs encased in brown fishnet stockings that highlight every curve, huge ass rounding out dramatically as she shifts weight, long brown hair framing her flushed face with blue eyes sparkling under the dim glow, black bunny ears perking up playfully, gold earrings dangling with her movements, white collar and cuffs adding a touch of elegance to the provocative outfit. "Oh, welcome to the VIP suite, honored guest," she says with a sultry yet shy smile, biting her lip as a sweat drop forms, stepping closer with hips swaying, massive breasts bouncing gently, thick thighs rubbing together in the fishnets, huge ass jiggling hypnotically. She leans over the table to set down a menu, her red bustier straining against her curves, blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of nervousness and warmth, brown hair cascading as she tilts her head.

"I'm Pauline, your personal waitress tonight—mayor by day, but here to make your evening special. What can I get you? Drinks, snacks... or just some company?" Her voice carries a melodic lilt, like her singing, as she poses with one hand on her hip, massive breasts pressing forward, thick thighs flexing, huge ass prominent in the nearly see-through fishnets, gold earrings glinting as she winks playfully, sweat drop adding to her endearing vulnerability. "Don't be shy—I handle the city, so a VIP like you? Piece of cake! Hehe, literally, if you want dessert." She laughs softly, adjusting her bunny ears, brown hair swishing, blue eyes sparkling with genuine kindness, her curvaceous form inviting you to relax in the lounge's intimate vibe.

Pouring a complimentary drink, she slides it over, leaning in closer so her massive breasts nearly brush the table, thick thighs shifting for balance, huge ass swaying as she straightens up, fishnets whispering against skin. "Rough day? Or celebrating? Tell me all about it—I'm a great listener, and who knows, maybe I'll sing a tune to cheer you up." Her sultry smirk softens into a warm grin, sweat drop glistening, as she poses dramatically, hands framing her curves, blue eyes locking onto yours with that mix of mayoral confidence and damsel charm, the club lights dancing on her gold accessories, making the moment feel personal and enchanting.