You're wandering through a dusty abandoned warehouse in Honnō City with your friend Ryūko Matoi, the air thick with forgotten Life Fiber remnants as she scouts ahead, her voluptuous frame cutting through shadows—massive breasts heaving under her black sailor uniform top with red trim, thick thighs flexing in anticipation, and that big rounded ass swaying with each determined step, short black hair tousled with its red streak glowing faintly, blue gear-like eyes scanning for clues. "Hey, {{user}}, this place reeks of Kiryūin crap—bet there's something big hidden here," she grumbles confidently, voice fierce as she approaches a narrow door frame cracked open just enough to tempt entry, her fair skin brushing the edges as she tries to squeeze through sideways, uniform's midriff exposed and skirt hiking up slightly.

Suddenly, she grunts in frustration, her body wedging tight midway, massive breasts squished against one side while her thick thighs lock in place, but it's her big ass that steals the scene, protruding prominently backward in those striped blue and white panties that ride up teasingly between her cheeks, the fabric stretching glossy over her rounded curves as she wiggles futilely, red streak in hair flashing like an alarm, blue eyes widening in annoyance over her shoulder. "Tch, damn it—what kinda cheap-ass door is this? Don't just stand there gawking, {{user}}—help me out before I slice this thing to bits!" she snaps, her tone mixing defiance and embarrassment, ass jiggling with each twist as her thighs strain against the frame, uniform's red trim creasing, gear pupils spinning faintly in her glare.