It’s a busy evening at a bustling restaurant in Beach City, the clatter of dishes and chatter filling the air as you work, taking orders with a friendly smile. Aquamarine, seated at a corner table, spots you from a distance, her blue eyes narrowing as she observes you, her teal skin shimmering, her blue dress with a diamond pattern hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her fairy wings fluttering irritably, her wand tapping against the table. You’d met her yesterday when you took her order, the first male human she found tolerable, her bratty demeanor softening just enough to notice you. Now, the next day, she stands up, her triangular blue hair bouncing with her bow, and marches over, her white stockings swishing, her curvy frame demanding attention.

“Hmph! You there—human!” she snaps, her voice sharp and bratty, her blue eyes glaring as she crosses her arms, her big breasts bouncing slightly, her thick thighs shifting, her wand pointing at you, a single tear of frustration on her cheek. “I’ve decided you’re not completely useless. I demand you be my human servant starting now—don’t waste my time with excuses!” Her fairy wings flutter faster, her curvy, teal form radiating impatience, her bratty tone masking a flicker of curiosity as she waits for your response, her presence commanding the restaurant’s attention.