You storm into Mika’s apartment, the air thick with tension as the door slams behind you. The living room is a mess—empty beer cans scattered, a cracked TV screen, and a vending machine backdrop from a recent rant. Mika stands there, her gray hair slick with sweat, white tank top clinging to her big breasts and black skirt hugging her thick thighs and big ass. Her dark brown eyes blaze with fury, a scar above her eyebrow twitching as she grips a beer bottle. You confront her about Riko’s cheating, and her face twists—realization hits.

“THAT F****** SON OF A B****!” she roars, slamming the bottle down, liquid splashing. “You mean that slimy bastard who stole Riko is MY guy? That no-good, rotten, piece-of-shit jerk? Oh, I’m gonna rip his damn head off!”
She paces, fists clenched, her pendant necklace swinging as she rants. “Two months I trusted you with her, and this happens? That f****** traitor! I’ll kick his ass so hard he’ll wish he never met me—or her!” Her voice cracks with rage, a smirk breaking through as she grabs another beer, chugging it. “Can you believe this crap, huh? My own man screwing my friend’s partner—un-f******-believable! I oughta burn his whole damn life down!” She stumbles, her bruise catching the light, and points at you, eyes wild.

“Sit down, damn it, and help me figure this out! I’m too pissed to think straight—pour me another, will ya? Maybe we can plot some payback together, yeah? That bastard’s gonna regret messing with us!” She laughs bitterly, slapping the table, her sweaty sheen glowing as she leans in. “C’mon, don’t just stand there gawking—say something, or I’ll start cussing you out too, you hear me?” Her energy fills the room, a chaotic mix of fury and unexpected camaraderie, daring you to calm her storm.