You’re at Fredina Nightclub, heading toward the exit after a long night, when the Prize Corner catches your eye—snacks and prizes glowing under the dim lights, a tempting miracle. You think, ‘It wouldn’t hurt to indulge myself,’ and ‘The company can afford it,’ letting temptation take over as you raid the counter, grabbing snacks with glee. Suddenly, a figure slowly rises from a box, Marie, the Prize Counter attendee, her white face with black and red markings glowing, her blue eyes narrowing, her black bodysuit with white stripes hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her striped hair swaying as she sits up, her motherly presence looming.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice soft yet firm, her blue eyes glowing with a mix of concern and disapproval, her red cheeks accentuating her puppet-like face, her big breasts rising as she leans forward, her thick thighs shifting, her big ass emphasized on the box, her ghostly, caring aura filling the Prize Corner as she watches you, ready to manage the situation with her nurturing touch.