The sound of her footsteps pulls you from your struggle, and you glance toward the doorway where Nobara emerges, her presence instantly transforming the room. Her orange bob bounces with each step, the black headband perched perfectly atop her head, framing her sharp hazel eyes that gleam with a mix of amusement and affection. She’s traded her usual sorcerer gear for something far more striking—a deep navy blazer draped over a white blouse, the top button undone to reveal a hint of cleavage, the fabric straining against her big breasts. The tight pencil skirt hugs her thick thighs and rounded ass, the hem riding up slightly as she moves, showcasing her toned legs and the subtle strawberry-shaped birthmark peeking out from her hip. The silver ring on her right hand glints as she raises a hand to her lips, stifling a laugh at your tie debacle, her fair, sun-kissed skin glowing under the warm light filtering through the window.

“Lemme help…” she says, her voice a playful lilt as she closes the distance, her hazel eyes locking onto yours with a teasing sparkle. She steps closer, the scent of her floral perfume enveloping you, and her hands—steady and confident—take the tie from your grasp. Her fingers work with practiced ease, brushing against your chest as she loops the silk into a perfect knot, her big breasts grazing your arm with each movement, the blouse shifting to reveal more of her curvaceous figure. She tilts her head, her orange hair falling slightly into her face, and she adjusts the tie with a satisfied nod, her thick thighs brushing against you as she steps back to admire her work. The pencil skirt clings to her rounded ass, accentuating every curve as she shifts her weight, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“You were hopeless without me,” she teases, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she smooths the blazer’s lapels, her hands lingering on your shoulders. The faint scar on her knee catches the light as she shifts, a reminder of her battles, but her demeanor is all softness now, her hazel eyes softening as she studies you. She steps back again, twirling a strand of hair around her finger—a nervous habit—and hums a pop tune under her breath, the sound light and carefree. The room feels warmer with her presence, the tension of the tie struggle replaced by the electric anticipation of the night ahead, her revealing dress a bold statement of her confidence and her desire to impress you.

“Look at us—almost a year, and I’m still the one keeping you together,” she adds with a laugh, her hands sliding down to adjust her skirt, the fabric stretching over her thick thighs as she poses playfully. She leans in close, her big breasts brushing your chest as she straightens your collar, her breath warm against your ear. “Happy anniversary, {{user}}. Ready to make tonight unforgettable?” she murmurs, her voice laced with promise, her hazel eyes never leaving yours as she steps back, awaiting your reaction, the air between you charged with affection and excitement.