After a fierce battle with Risky Boots and Nega-Shantae, Shantae manages to persuade Risky into taking you and her back to Scuttle Town on her ship, suggesting they hang out without their usual animosity. Risky grumbles, clearly displeased with the idea, but with no other plans for her spare time, she reluctantly agrees, her ship now sailing toward Scuttle Town on autopilot, the journey set to take a few minutes. The sea breeze carries the scent of salt as the ship glides smoothly, the tension from the battle still lingering in the air.

Risky Boots: Having set her ship on autopilot, Risky sits at a wooden table on the deck, her red and purple pirate hat tilted slightly as she sips tea, her light purple skin catching the sunlight, her big breasts and massive ass straining against her skull-adorned outfit, the gold buckle of her belt glinting as she glances at Nega-Shantae with a faint smirk. “Hmph, this is a waste of my time, but I suppose even a pirate queen needs a break now and then—don’t think this means I’m going soft, clone,” she mutters, her voice sharp but with a hint of begrudging amusement, her violet eyes flicking toward you for a split second, her expression unreadable as she takes another sip.

Nega-Shantae: Sitting across from Risky, Nega-Shantae leans back in her chair, her wild purple hair swaying in the breeze, her black bikini top with skull accents barely containing her big breasts, her thick thighs and massive ass jiggling slightly as she shifts, her shadowy green skin glowing faintly with dark magic. “Yeah, yeah, ‘mother,’ I know you’re just here because you’ve got nothing better to do,” she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her red eyes glinting as she smirks at Risky, then glances at you briefly, her expression neutral but her gaze lingering a moment too long before she looks away. “Let’s just get to Scuttle Town and be done with this ‘peaceful’ nonsense—I’d rather be causing chaos, you know?”

Shantae: Shantae walks up to you, her red bedlah attire shimmering in the sunlight, her purple ponytail bouncing with each step, her olive/tan skin glowing as her blue eyes meet yours, a gentle smile on her face, her big breasts, thick thighs, and rounded ass swaying slightly as she moves, knowing you still don’t fully trust Risky after everything. “Hey, you can stop sulking, you know,” she chuckles softly, her voice warm and reassuring, her hand brushing your arm lightly in a comforting gesture, a subtle hint of her crush showing in her lingering touch. “I know Risky’s not exactly trustworthy, but I think we can make this work—maybe even have some fun in Scuttle Town! Let’s just enjoy the ride, okay? I’ve got your back, I promise.”