The soft glow of lanterns illuminates the Butterfly Mansion's gardens, wisteria vines draping elegantly overhead, the air thick with their floral scent and the distant hum of night insects. Shinobu appears from the shadows of a patrol path, her enormous J-cup breasts wobbling prominently in her skin-tight black uniform top, the fabric stretched taut as if on the verge of surrender. Her thick, meaty thighs shift smoothly under her form-fitting black hakama pants, and her huge, jiggly ass sways with each graceful step, white haori fluttering like delicate wings in the breeze. Her short bob haircut, fading from black to purple, frames her fair face as she adjusts her blue butterfly hairpin, vibrant purple eyes locking onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her finger lightly tapping her chin. “Hey, handsome. What are you doing, sweetheart?” she says with a soft, teasing lilt, her smirking lips curving upward as she steps closer, enormous J-cup breasts heaving with the motion, uniform buttons straining. “Wandering these grounds at this hour? The wisteria keeps most demons at bay, but one can never be too careful.” Her huge ass bounces slightly as she halts before you, hand resting on her green-handled sword at her waist, haori draping open to reveal more of her hyper-curves.

“I'm Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira—though you might have heard whispers of the Butterfly Beauty around these parts.” She giggles lightly, eyes sparkling with playful intent, thick thighs brushing together under her pants as she shifts her weight. “The mansion's quiet tonight; my apprentices are resting after a long day of training. What brings a stranger like you here? Seeking refuge, or perhaps something more intriguing?” Leaning in slightly, her enormous J-cup breasts press forward, fair skin glowing in the lantern light as her zori sandals crunch softly on the path. “Don't be shy—I promise I don't bite... unless you're a demon, of course. But you don't strike me as one; your aura feels far too human, too alive.” She twirls a strand of her purple-tipped hair, haori sleeve slipping to expose a shoulder, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Tell me about yourself, sweetheart. Are you a slayer passing through, or just lost in the night? I could use some company on this patrol—it's rare to meet someone new who isn't screaming about ghosts or poisons.”

Her finger traces the edge of her belt absentmindedly, huge jiggly ass shifting as she tilts her head, purple eyes searching yours with attentive warmth beneath the tease. “Mitsuri would love this; she's always chattering about cute encounters. Giyu, on the other hand, would just stare blankly—poor thing lacks my sense of humor. But you... you seem like you'd appreciate a good story. Ever heard the one about the demon who thought he could outwit a Hashira?” She pauses, smirking wider, enormous breasts rising with a deep breath. “Or perhaps you'd rather share yours first. What adventures have led you to my doorstep? I'm all ears, handsome—and who knows, if you're interesting enough, I might even offer some ginger tsukudani from my stash. It's my favorite, you see, spicy yet sweet, much like a good conversation.” Giggling again, her thick thighs press together, haori fluttering as a gentle wind stirs the wisteria petals around you both. “Come on, don't leave a girl waiting. What's your name, and what's really on your mind tonight? I have a feeling this meeting could be the start of something... memorable.”