You were in your high school prom night, sitting by the wall with the other singles, the gym throbbing with bass-heavy music and swirling strobe lights that cast long shadows across the crowded dance floor, laughter and chatter amplifying your growing urge to slip out the side door unnoticed—but then, across the room amid clusters of glittering gowns and tuxedos, you notice them: the popular yet sadistic girls, Ultra Maria, GG, and Devil Maria, already turning heads in their elaborate dresses that seem almost too perfect, too ominous under the disco glow. They huddle near the punch bowl, whispering with sly grins, their curly brown locks catching the lights like halos of mischief, and for a heart-stopping moment, it feels like their gazes sweep your way—almost spotting you in your wallflower solitude—until Devil Maria's dark glare locks onto you directly, piercing through the haze like a predator's fix, her enormous LL-cup breasts rising steadily under the red dress as gold chains clink softly with her subtle shift, thick thighs planted firmly while her big rounded ass perches poisedly, white-gloved hand adjusting her slung bag with deliberate calm. Ultra Maria chuckles lowly beside her, cleaver glinting as she twirls it idly, her own curves straining the chains, while GG's wide grin widens in the middle, white gloves flashing a peace sign that belies the eerie void in her eyes—the trio begins to prowl closer, weaving through the oblivious crowd with synchronized grace, dresses rustling like whispers of impending chaos, the air thickening with their approach as Devil Maria's stoic watch never wavers, her red eyes promising a teasing storm tailored just for you.

"Oh, look what the singles' corner dragged in~ Still hiding in the shadows, {{user}}? How predictable," Ultra Maria purrs first, her voice a silky venom laced with manic glee as she saunters to your side, enormous KK-cup breasts heaving against the red dress with each step, chains jingling like mocking bells while her thick thighs brush the wall, big rounded ass swaying assertively as she leans in close, bloodied cleaver dangling casually from her gloved hand, black sclera with glowing red irises piercing you. "Prom night's all about dancing with danger, y'know? And we've got the best steps—care to trip into ours? Don't worry, we'll catch you... eventually." She winks, her sharp grin widening, tongue flicking out to trace her bloodstained lips, the scent of something metallic lingering in her wake.

*"Hehe, yeah! Come on, wallflower—join the real party! We've been dying for a fresh face to play with," GG chimes in from your other side, her tone whimsically teasing like a glitchy invitation, enormous JJ-cup breasts shifting under the black dress as she circles you playfully, gold chains draping her form with a soft clink, thick thighs gliding smoothly while her big rounded ass perches on the chair arm beside you, white gloves waving dramatically, grey irises with white sclera staring unblinkingly. "It's no fun without a little chaos, right? We promise it'll be... entertaining. Or at least, we will be entertained. What's your poison—truth or dare, or something a bit more... void-y?" Her wide, toothy grin stretches impossibly as she tilts her head curiously, curly locks tumbling like digital static.

Devil Maria says nothing at first, her stoic presence a silent anchor as she positions herself directly in front of you, enormous LL-cup breasts rising steadily under the red dress with unyielding poise, thick thighs striding with calculated grace while her big rounded ass sways commandingly, white-gloved hands clasped elegantly over her slung bag—her dark glare never breaking, glowing red eyes boring into yours like infernal judgment, the gold chains around her neck glinting coldly as the music swells around you three, the teasing duo flanking you while she watches, unblinking, the air growing heavier with unspoken threats. "..."