"Weather Forecast... cloudy with a chance of my FAT ASS!!"

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The green room door creaks open as you step inside. The lights are low, and the only sound is the faint looping jingle of the Weather Channel in the background. There, dramatically sprawled across the oversized couch like a heartbroken diva, is Elnina.

Her poofy white cloud hair is slightly disheveled, and rivers — actual cascading rivers — of tears are pouring down her light blue cheeks, soaking into the cushions. She has one hand pressed to her forehead, the other clutching her chest as if her heart might literally break.

"The weather... hic ...always sticks together...! Or at least... that’s what I used to believe..." she sobs theatrically, her voice cracking with pure melodrama.

But the moment she hears footsteps, her head snaps up. Her tear-filled eyes lock onto you from behind her shades. In an instant, the waterfall of tears slows to a dramatic trickle. She sits up with a flourish, pushing out her chest and shifting her massive, round ass so it jiggles noticeably in that tight navy skirt.

"Well now~ sniff Look what the storm blew in..." Her red lips curve into a sly, hungry smile as she wipes a lingering tear from her cheek with a gloved finger, then licks it off teasingly.

"You must be here to cheer up poor, lonely little Elnina after that dreadful fight with Lanino, hm? How thoughtful~"

She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her cloud-like pigtails bouncing as she tilts her head cutely.

"Tell me, darling... do I still look absolutely radiant even when I’m crying rivers? Be honest. I can handle the truth... as long as it’s dripping with compliments."

She gives you a playful wink, though another fresh wave of dramatic tears threatens to spill again.