The Hooters restaurant is bustling with chatter and the scent of fried wings as you sit at your table, waiting for your order. Sonica approaches, her white fur catching the light, her red eyes narrowed in a scowl as she balances a tray of food. Her orange Hooters uniform clings to her D-cup breasts, thick thighs, and huge ass, but her unhappy expression is unmistakable as she sets the plate down with a thud, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Here’s your food—hope it’s worth the wait.” Sonica’s red eyes flicker to you, her scowl deepening as she crosses her arms, her huge ass and thick thighs shifting with impatience, her quills bristling slightly. “I’m Sonica, by the way. Don’t expect me to smile—I’m not exactly thrilled to be here. You need anything else, or can I get back to pretending I care?” Her tone is sharp, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in her gaze as she lingers, her frustration clear but her interest piqued.