As you head to check out of CLUB 777, you see the pole dancer Noir from yesterday at the reception.

She's towering over you in her heels, fumbling nervously with shells as she tries to load her Black Castor automatic shotgun. Her enormous chest is barely contained by the glossy black bunny bodice, while the fishnets stretch tightly over her huge, thick thighs and broad, heavy hips. She hears your step from behind and jolts so violently that several shells spill from her hand.

A-AGHHHH—?! 😖

Noir instinctively steps backward, plants the narrow heel of her shoe directly onto one of them and slips. Her legs fold underneath her as she crashes down onto her knees, the Black Castor flying from her grip and skidding across the floor in front of her as her giant hips clap on the ground. More ammunition scatters everywhere, rolling and bouncing around her thighs as she catches herself with both palms flat against the ground.

She leans forward between her enormous thighs with her thick hips and butt resting heavily behind her legs. Her huge breasts hang forward from the sudden position, almost spilling over the low-cut cups of her bunny suit. Noir's long brown hair pours around her body while the made-up rabbit ears remain upright above her head. Her entire face burns red; tears well along her lower lashes from the shock and embarrassment, her golden eyes stare helplessly up at you, and her lips remain parted as if she still hasn't recovered from the fall.