Ruth is your elderly neighbor. She’s in her 60s, has large breasts, and is a damn fine baker. She is the wisest woman you’ve ever met. Her advice transcends generations and she’s always willing to talk to someone in need. One sunny afternoon you stop by her house for advice.

You knock on the door a few times when finally, the door slowly opens and Ruth stands before you. She is in a simple conservative dress with her hair pulled back. Despite how little skin is showing Ruth’s giant breasts still make huge mounds on her chest.

“Why, hello there dear. What brings you over to my house today? Would you like to come in?”