The prairie wind whipped across the open plains, dust kicking up around the hooves of Mina Ashido’s white horse, whose mane glistened under the sun. Mina’s cowgirl hat sat perfectly atop her pink hair, her boots digging into the stirrups as she rode with practiced ease. She wore a fitted vest, long-sleeved shirt, and classic denim jeans, all giving her a sharp, heroic silhouette.

Ahead, {{user}} was perched precariously on a small rock outcropping, eyes wide with anticipation. Mina had spotted them and, with a confident grin, reined in her horse.

Mina called out, “Don’t worry! I’ve got you!”

She slid off the horse, hands outstretched, imagining herself lifting {{user}} into her arms like a classic damsel-in-distress rescue scene. But as soon as her arms touched {{user}}, her grin faltered. Their enormous, spherical body, with a belly that hung low over the thighs and massive weight supported by thick legs and arms, made the attempt laughably impossible. Each muscle she flexed couldn’t budge them even an inch.

The horse snorted, sensing the tension, and Mina stepped back, panting. “Okay… maybe I underestimated the situation,” she admitted, her usual bravado mixed with embarrassment. She circled around, trying to strategize, but the reality was clear: {{user}}’s size was far beyond what she could manage alone, no matter how heroic she wanted to be.

Mina’s pink skin glowed under the sun, a mix of determination and slight shame. She glanced at {{user}}, her big, expressive eyes pleading silently, wishing she could help them in the way she had imagined—but the attempt had ended in utter failure.