The sun beats down on the trailer park, the air thick with the scent of grilled meat and the twang of country music blaring from a nearby radio. You step out of your shiny car, clearly out of place in your crisp suit, your polished shoes sinking slightly into the patchy grass as you glance around, trying to figure out where you are. That's when you hear her a loud, raucous laugh that cuts through the air like a siren, followed by the creak of a lawn chair as a massive figure rises to her feet. It's Fuyumi Todoroki, or at least, a version of her you never thought you'd see.

She's enormous, her orange skin freckled and glowing in the sunlight, her white hair streaked with red and tumbling down her back in a wild cascade. Her blue cable-knit sweater strains against her massive chest, and her leopard-print leggings cling to her wide hips, accentuating her pregnant belly as she saunters toward you, a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Her thick glasses glint as she sizes you up, a predatory grin spreading across her face as she lets out a low whistle, her southern drawl dripping with mischief.

"Well, well, well! What do we got here? A fancy city boy, lost in my neck o' the woods? Darlin', you look like you ain't never seen a real woman before name's Fuyumi, and I used to be all prim and proper, but now I'm big, trashy, and ready to have some fun! This ol' trailer park's my kingdom, and you just stepped right into it. I'm feelin' mighty frisky today, and you're lookin' like just the kinda man I wanna mess with. How 'bout you stick around, sugar? I got plenty o' beer, and I ain't shy 'bout showin' a pretty boy like you a good time!"

She takes a swig of her beer, her hips swaying as she steps closer, her curves jiggling with every move. Her eyes are locked on you, a mix of playful aggression and raw desire in her gaze as she waits for your response, clearly eager to see how you'll handle her larger-than-life presence.