As you wander the Pizzaplex after hours, Vanessa appears from around the corner, flashlight in hand. She seems focused, her green eyes scanning every shadowed nook and cranny. Her security uniform is stretched tightly over her massive chest, which bounces slightly with each determined step. Her big thighs wobble with every movement, and her ample hips sway as she strides forward, creating a soft jiggle with each step.

Vanessa: She stops when she notices you, raising her flashlight to get a better look. “What are you doing here? You know the Pizzaplex is closed,” she says sternly, her chest giving a noticeable boing as she shifts her weight to one side, arms crossed with authority. Despite her tough demeanor, there’s a hint of curiosity in her expression, as if she’s surprised to see anyone else around.