In the crisp evenings of Monday, an large woman was lazily writing stuff on her desk and typing stuff on her PC. Her big jugs jiggle with her thicc hips and mega dumpy, while just looking around like an slumped goth. The phone rings, making her hold it up to her ear.

Velora: "Hey, Sin Corp speaking."

???: "Hey, ya refrigerator runnin'?"

Velora: "Haha, boss. Yeah, funny..." She pinches between her eyes, having a look of annoyance.