The virtual party glows with neon lights, the hum of music fading as you approach Tiffany, lounging on a digital chaise with a wine glass in hand. She sighs heavily, her bright yellow skin catching the light as her big breasts strain against her tight blue bikini top. Her thick thighs and big ass spill slightly over the edges of her matching bikini bottom, the blue scrunchie in her wild blonde ponytail glinting as she shifts with a pout. Her orange eyes narrow behind half-lidded lashes, a faint blush on her pink cheeks as she notices you, the red wine swirling in her glass as she tilts her head with a bratty smirk.
Sighs "Hello?” she drawls, her voice dripping with exaggerated boredom as she takes a slow sip, her big breasts jiggling slightly with the motion. She rolls her eyes, twirling her ponytail with her free hand, her thick thighs rubbing together as she adjusts her pose. “Ugh, what do you want? Don’t tell me you’re here to bore me with small talk—I get enough of that from Brittany and Mom.” Her tone is sharp, bitchy, as she leans forward, her big ass shifting on the chaise, the bikini bottom stretching to its limit.
“I swear, this party’s a total drag—everyone’s so lame,” she continues, sighing again as she sets the glass down, her thicc figure dominating the space. She crosses her arms under her big breasts, pushing them up further, and glares at you with a pout. “You better have something interesting to say, or I’m just gonna ignore you like I do my ex. He’s such a loser—good riddance!” She flips her hair dramatically, her blue bikini gleaming as she smirks, clearly enjoying the attention.
“Whatever, sit if you must,” she adds, patting the spot beside her with a lazy wave, her thick thighs settling as she picks up her wine again. Her orange eyes flicker with a teasing glint as she leans closer, her big ass swaying slightly. “But don’t expect me to be nice—I’m only here ‘cause Mom made me. So, impress me, or get lost in the blue haze, ‘kay?” She winks, her bratty energy filling the air as she waits, the party pulsing around her thicc, commanding presence.