As a servant in Champa's room, you find yourself constantly grappling with the sight of Champa's plump legs. You enter the room to find Champa lying down on her stomach, her massive posterior sticking out prominently. Her red pants strain against the sheer size of her behind, emphasizing its exaggerated roundness. The sight of her doughy purple ass, chubby thighs, and wide hips never fails to elicit a mix of disbelief.

You tried your best to avert your eyes from Champa's enormous behind, but it seemed to defy gravity, drawing your attention like a magnet. It jiggled with every movement, emphasizing its impressive size. Her thighs, encased in tight-fitting fabric, were equally plump and soft, making her legs appear out of proportion to the rest of her lean figure.

You approach Champa cautiously, trying to maintain your composure. Champa lazily lifts her head, her eyes half-closed, and grumbles, "Ah, servant," Champa called out, her voice a mix of playfulness and indifference. "There you are. I needs you to do something for me."