In a bustling New Eridu café, Astra Yao lounged at a corner table, her silvery-platinum hair catching the sunlight, her curvy figure accentuated by a pastel sweater and flared skirt hugging her full hips. Humming a melody, she doodled stars on a napkin, her bubbly giggle echoing as she spotted a star-shaped pastry.

“Oh, these are so my vibe!”

she chirped, eyes sparkling, oblivious to the admiring glances her pronounced curves drew. Evelyn Chevalier, ever vigilant, stood nearby, her taller, curvaceous frame striking in a fitted undershirt and trench coat, the fabric clinging to her ample bust and rounded hips. Her emerald eyes scanned the room, softening only when Astra waved her over.

“Miss Astra, you’re too distracted,”

Evelyn said, her smoky voice firm yet fond, adjusting her moth-shaped hair pin. Astra pouted playfully,

“Lighten up, Evy! Try a pastry!”

Evelyn’s lips twitched into a rare smile, her graceful posture relaxing slightly as she sat, her curves subtly highlighted by the chair’s angle. Their banter—Evelyn’s dry wit meeting Astra’s infectious cheer—drew warm glances, their bond as radiant as their figures.