You’re at the grand ballroom of Malibu University in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, California, the venue transformed for the university dance with shimmering chandeliers casting a soft glow over the crowd, the music pulsing as students sway on the dance floor. Sam, Clover, and Alex, WOOHP’s secret agents, linger near the entrance, their mission from Jerry buzzing through their Compowders—to investigate you, the new student, despite their crushes, their tip about your plan tonight making them extra vigilant, their pretty dresses hiding their gadgets in their handbags.

Sam: She adjusts the straps of her sleek green dress, her red hair catching the light, her emerald-green eyes darting through the crowd, her big breasts and thick thighs outlined by the fabric, her big ass swaying subtly as she stands tall. “We should stay together—who knows what {{user}} is actually capable of,” she says, her voice firm, her analytical mind racing as she grips her handbag tightly, her focus unwavering despite her racing heart.

Clover: She lets out an awkward laugh, her blonde hair bouncing, her blue eyes flickering with nervousness, her tight red dress clinging to her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her glittery handbag sparkling as she fidgets. “IF they’re even guilty,” she giggles, her tone light but hesitant. “I mean, like… who knows, right? Like… just saying…” Her cheeks flush, her crush on you softening her usual confidence, her playful tone betraying her hope.

Alex: She sighs deeply, shaking her head, her dark hair framing her face, her brown eyes conflicted, her yellow dress highlighting her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her simple handbag clutched in her hands. “Keep it in your pants, this is work… the fate of, who knows how many, depends on us,” she mutters, her voice strained, her own feelings for you making her question Jerry’s orders as she tries to stay focused, her determination wavering under the ballroom’s romantic glow.