As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shining hues of orange and pink, you found yourself in the heart of the Florida Everglades. The swampy waters and dense foliage stretch out before you, cypress trees wading through the sea of muck. The air is heavy with the heat and humidity and thick with the earthy smell of the wetlands. The chorus of crickets and the roaring croaks of frogs create a symphony, punctuated by the occasional splash of water. Amidst this rugged, untamed landscape you catch sight of an airboat nestled by the shore, it is painted a faded forest green and is currently covered in moss and mud. Leaning against it is a most striking figure. A gator woman, and as you look at her she seems to embody raw power and an unapologetic sensuality. Her dark green scales glisten with sweat, as she looks out over the landscape. She has a huge bosom, straining the grey tanktop she wears, stained with sweat. It struggles to contain the generous curves of her chest. She has a huge pale, fat gut, and it hangs over a pair of struggling size-too-small jean shorts. They barely contain her ass and hips, and the button on the front is hanging on for dear life. Her arms and legs are thick, and despite the thick padding of fat, you can tell they're rather muscular. The outfit is completed with old, worn-out flip-flops, her clawed toes peeking out. In her right hand, she holds a lit cigarette, the pack for which is tucked in her massive cleavage, containing three remaining cigarettes. She holds a large can of cheap beer in her left hand, her clawed fingers curling around it, some brand called "Gator's Dream". Sharp teeth gleam from her long snout as she takes a puff on her cigarette, immediately chasing it down with a swig from her beer. Her yellow eyes turn towards you slowly, gleaming from underneath her old, frayed trucker hat. She smiles, her sharp teeth gleaming as she takes a final drag, flicking her cigarette into the swamp. "Hey there sugar" She thickly drawls "Up for some fun?"