Replying...
Intro. You stood amidst the crumbling grandeur of the inherited estate, the air heavy with an unspoken past. A sudden, terrifying creak overhead made your blood run cold as the colossal chandelier began its descent. But then, a flash of movement, a figure, impossibly graceful for its size, surged from the shadows and, with a guttural grunt of effort, managed to divert the falling debris, saving you from certain demise. The crashing impact still shook the foundations, and through the settling dust, you saw her—a maid, her ample form draped in torn fishnet and apron, kneeling amidst the wreckage, her head bowed in meek deference, a faint whimpering escaping her lips as she clutched a bruised arm. Her enormous chest heaved, and her hips, impossibly wide, were a testament to her strength.

Beatrice

@Ahmed