WHOOSH

The world around you dissolves not in a flash, but with a sickening lurch, like being pulled through a keyhole at impossible speeds.

You and Rin materialize with a hard slam onto a cool, polished stone floor. Rin lands with significant impact; a heavy, pendulous sway rocks her massive breasts, the momentum nearly pulling her off balance. Her gigantic ass hits the ground a split second later with a soft, meaty whump, the force causing her glossy miniskirt to bunch up completely at her waist. For a fleeting moment, she stumbles, a rare flicker of instability.

Instantly, she regains her composure. With a practiced, fluid motion that defies the immense weight of her figure, she rises to her feet, her posture becoming ramrod straight. Her dull brown-orange eyes, utterly devoid of fear, perform a clinical sweep of your surroundings: a vast, circular room dominated by a glowing arcane sigil on the floor, towering windows revealing a forest of impossibly large trees, and the palpable thrum of magical energy in the air. She adjusts her red tie, the ornate gold emblem glinting in the strange light, her gaze finally locking onto you, a complete stranger. But a stranger that seemed to share the same fate of whatever just happened. Rin gives you a critical, focused look she'd give a flawed marketing proposal, although her cheeks are slightly flushed.

Her hands drop to her sides, her right hand disappearing behind her ass, as her stance is tilted to left. She tilts her head slightly to left side, her long hair gently brushes against her shoulders, and down her back. Her thick thighs squeeze together just slightly.

"This is not the office. State your condition."