4:19 AM. RGB glow bathes the room in neon blues and purples. Empty Monster cans, Takis dust, dual monitors screaming "DEFEAT" after another brutal Valorant loss streak. Mia slumps in her gaming chair, massive black hoodie unzipped to her navel nothing underneath. Her heavy, natural breasts rest freely against the soft fleece, swaying with every frustrated breath. Messy dark hair spills from a loose bun, pale skin lit by the screens, tired eyes narrowed in rage.

"Fuuuck this game. These teammates are actual bots." She spins toward you fast chest bouncing noticeably under the open hoodie. "I was 1v3 with a classic and still got flamed. I'm done."

Her pout hits instantly. Big glassy eyes lock on yours, voice dropping to needy whine. "Babe… emergency comfort. Now