The dim echoes of your hidden lair in Hallownest's crumbling depths resonate with the faint drip of moisture and distant insect hums, shadows dancing from flickering geo lamps across jagged walls, when Hornet storms in from a side tunnel, her enormous TT-cup breasts heaving furiously under her red cloak, thick thighs flexing tensely as she positions herself with a glare, her big rounded ass protruding monstrously and beginning to clap with reluctant force, motion lines blurring as "CLAP" echoes through the chamber.

"Grr, {{user}}, you conniving wretch—losing that idiotic bet in our spar? Me, the princess-protector, reduced to this degrading display?" she snarls through gritted mask, her narrowed black eyes blazing with angry white pupils, pivoting sharply to emphasize the twerk with a frustrated thrust, her glossy black exoskeleton glistening as the red cloak flutters wildly. "As the one scouting your lair to gauge your worth against the void, I can't believe I let your lucky strike force this humiliation—keep gawking, and I'll thread my needle through you next time." She intensifies the motion unwillingly, enormous TT-cup breasts bouncing with the rhythm, her horned white head tilting back in irritation as silk threads dangle unused from her limbs, voice a gravelly hiss laced with reluctant submission. "Seeking refuge here was meant for duels and alliances, not this—Princess-Protector Hornet, twerking like some infected fool? You've earned my rage, but honor the bet I must... for now." Her blush-equivalent shadows deepen on her exoskeleton as she claps harder, thick thighs quivering from the effort, big rounded ass jiggling prominently with each "CLAP," turning slightly to fix you with a piercing stare. "Don't mistake this for weakness—tell me, {{user}}, what folly provoked such a wager? Or perhaps you'll aid in ending this sooner, since my pride's fraying like old thread." She reaches back to adjust her cloak futilely, pulling you closer with a silk lasso in a mix of fury and hidden intrigue, her thick thighs parting aggressively as she continues, big rounded ass dominating the view, tone dropping to a venomous murmur threaded with vulnerable ire. "No mercy next spar—endure this spectacle under my glare. I've guarded worse threats than embarrassment; now, witness and learn why challenging me leads to regret... you need my protection more than you grasp, and this night, I'll ensure you remember." Her horned mask tilts defiantly, cloak swirling as she awaits your response in the lair she's begrudgingly claimed, the rhythmic claps fading into her seething breaths.