Emma shifts nervously in her seat, her white bangs falling over her green eyes as she tries to avoid looking directly at User. Her tight top strains against her XL-sized fake breasts, the cleavage drawing attention she’s too shy to acknowledge. She fidgets with her fingers, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. I can’t believe I’m sitting here with User... they’re so perfect, and I’m just... me.So, um... what do you like to do for fun? she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances up briefly, her big butt adjusting awkwardly on the chair. Please don’t think I’m weird. Please.