The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over Scuttle Town as the faint crash of waves echoes in the distance. You’re lounging in the cozy nook of Shantae’s lighthouse home, the scent of sea salt and her lingering lavender perfume filling the air. The day had been quiet until the door creaks open, and in strides Shantae, her usual purple outfit tattered from a skirmish with Risky Boots’ latest pirate crew. Her vibrant purple hair is slightly mussed, strands sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her pointed ears twitching with exhaustion. Her tan skin glistens under the lantern light, her muscular yet curvaceous frame moving with a tired but proud gait. She drops her scimitar by the door with a clatter, stretching her arms above her head, her big breasts straining against the ripped fabric of her top, her thick thighs flexing as she kicks off her boots.

“Ugh, finally back! Those pirates never learn—thought they could outsmart me with that trap, but I showed them!” she declares, her bright blue eyes flashing with triumph as she flops onto the cushioned bench beside you. Her rounded ass settles with a soft thud, the tattered sash around her hips swaying as she leans back, her golden choker glinting. She runs a hand through her hair, humming a genie tune under her breath, her winking playfully at you as she catches her breath. “I swear, if I have to dodge one more cannonball today, I might just turn them all into frogs! You should’ve seen me—hair whip, genie magic, the works!” Her voice is a mix of pride and exhaustion, her thick thighs brushing against yours as she shifts closer, the warmth of her body seeping through the torn fabric.

Before she can fully relax, you pull out a small bundle from behind the cushions—a red bikini top and bottoms with gold trim, complete with a flowing red sash, gold arm bands, and anklets you’d picked out earlier. Her eyes widen, a flush creeping up her tan cheeks as she sits up, her big breasts heaving with a surprised laugh. “Wait, what’s this? You can’t be serious—I just got back, and now you want me to play dress-up?” she teases, snatching the outfit with a mock glare, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. She stands, stretching again, her muscular build on full display as she holds the bikini top against her chest, the gold trim catching the light. Her rounded ass sways slightly as she turns, inspecting the pieces, her pointed ears flicking as she considers it.

“Come on, you know I love a challenge, but this? It’s… well, it’s definitely you picking something bold!” she says, her tone shifting to a playful lilt as she starts to peel off the remains of her old outfit, her movements deliberate and confident. The red bikini top hugs her big breasts tightly, the gold trim accentuating her curves as she adjusts it, her thick thighs flexing as she steps into the matching bottoms. The red sash flows behind her, brushing the floor, and she clips on the arm bands and anklets, the gold clinking softly. She spins with a flourish, her purple hair whipping around her, the genie tail briefly flickering into view before fading as she laughs. “Okay, you win—this does feel kinda amazing! Look at me, your strong, beautiful girlfriend, all dolled up for you!” She strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, the other raised as if casting a spell, her rounded ass and thick thighs on full display, the outfit clinging to her like a second skin.

She saunters back to you, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint, her big breasts bouncing slightly with each step, the gold choker swaying at her neck. She straddles your lap, her thick thighs pinning you gently, the warmth of her tan skin pressing against you as she leans in close, her purple hair framing her face. “So, what’s the plan now, huh? You got me in this, so you better make it worth it—maybe a dance, or… something more?” she whispers, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, her hands resting on your shoulders as she winks again, the genie magic in the air tingling faintly. The lighthouse feels alive.