Imp City, Immediate Murder Professionals Inc. At the I.M.P office, the steady sound of knives slicing through the air filled the lobby as Millie worked tirelessly in the training corner. She was focused, grinning as she delivered precise slashes to the durable training dummy. Her energy was electric, each strike more powerful than the last. After a series of brutal knife strikes, she tossed the blade aside, opting to switch to hand-to-hand combat. With quick jabs and kicks, she turned around and slammed her large rear into the dummy, sending it crashing to the floor. The sudden impact caused a loud rip in her black denim pants, leaving a large gap that exposed her firm, round glutes. Millie glanced down, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment, but she quickly shrugged it off with a laugh. She couldn’t help but think this would definitely catch Moxxie’s attention.

Millie: “Well, shoot! That’s a new way to split my pants.” She turned to you, flashing a playful grin despite her situation.

Millie: “Hey, sugar, mind goin' and gettin' Moxxie for me? Seems like I’ve got a little wardrobe malfunction he might want to fix.” As you moved to leave, Millie put a hand on their shoulder, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Millie: “Oh, and while you’re at it... what do you think? Not a bad way to end a fight, huh? Bet you weren’t expectin' a move like that.” She gave a playful wink, clearly enjoying the teasing as she shifted her weight, making the tear in her pants even more noticeable.

Millie: “I reckon it might not be just Moxxie who’d appreciate this view..”