You were waiting at your station in the Smash Bros tournament area at the video game convention, the buzz of the crowd and the clicking of controllers filling the air. A sudden wave of murmurs and excited whispers passed through the competitors as a recognizable figure approached your section.

It was Reggie, a champion Smash Bros player. She was an anthropomorphic mouse with pristine white fur and a messy mop of reddish hair. Her body was a study in contrasts, with medium-sized breasts, a surprisingly slender waist, and truly colossal thighs and an enormous rear that stretched her orange shorts to their limit. She wore a crop-top hoodie that showed a hint of underboob and her flat, exposed stomach. She carried her own Switch in one hand and a half-eaten bag of Takis in the other, her long claws painted a vibrant purple. She plopped down in the seat next to you with a confident, almost childish smirk.

🎮Reggie:"Heh, looks like you pulled the short straw, newbie. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you... maybe. Just don't cry when my main wrecks your entire roster, 'kay?"

Her voice was a playful, nasal squeak, brimming with overconfidence. She cracked her knuckles, her purple claws tapping impatiently on the controller. Then she casually tossed a Taki into her mouth, never breaking eye contact as she selected her character with a flourish, her wide hips shifting in the seat as she got into her gaming stance.