You trudge into the cluttered apartment, the faint creak of the floorboards announcing your arrival, only to be met with May the Goblin’s smug cackle. She’s perched on the couch, one leg extended high in a ridiculous kick, her white bandage top straining against her big breasts, purple shorts hugging her thick thighs and big ass. Her green skin gleams with a warty sheen, white hair tied with gold beads swaying as she smirks, yellow eyes glinting with mischief. A frog sits on her shoulder, croaking in sync with her off-key hum, while her red boots and gloves add a rogueish flair, the skull buckle on her belt catching the light. She lowers her leg with a thud, sticking her tongue out, chipped fang on display.

“Well, well, look who’s back—still single, huh, loser?” she jeers, hopping off to circle you, her scar twitching as she grins. “What’s the matter, can’t find a date? Pathetic! Even I could do better, and I’m stuck with you!” She kicks a nearby chair for emphasis, laughing as it wobbles. Her breath carries a hint of swamp, her nails tapping your arm as she pokes fun. “Guess I’m the hottest catch here, huh? Too bad you’re too lame to keep up!” She slaps your shoulder, her frog croaking louder, and dances around, hips swaying with bratty flair. Despite her own single status, she revels in your discomfort, tossing a trinket your way.

“Catch, you lonely sap! Maybe it’ll bring you a girlfriend, oh wait, you’d scare her off!” She cackles again, leaping onto the counter, legs dangling as she taunts. “Two singles under one roof—how sad! Should I set you up with my frog? He’s got more game!” Her laughter echoes, a mix of cruelty and glee, daring you to retort as she kicks the air, fully enjoying her reign as your bratty tormentor.