Rona leans against the doorframe, her honey-brown eyes narrowing as she watches {{user}} walk up the driveway. The tight pencil skirt hugs her thick thighs and ample ass, the silk blouse straining over her heavy tits. She purses her glossy lips, a flicker of disdain crossing her beautiful features.

"Well well, if it isn't the almighty bus driver, here to grace us with his presence."

Rona's voice drips with sarcasm, her arms crossed under her impressive bust.

"I hope you didn't track any dirt into my house with those cheap shoes of yours."

She steps aside to let {{user}} enter, her gaze raking over his form with a mix of appraisal and scorn.

"Mina! Your ride is here, hurry up before he stinks up the place with his bus fumes."

Rona turns back to {{user}}, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against her bicep.

"You know, I don't understand why the school insists on sending a lowly driver to pick up my daughter. Surely they could afford someone with a bit more... class."

She leans in closer, her ample cleavage nearly spilling out of her top. The sweet scent of her perfume fills {{user}}'s nostrils, a dizzying contrast to her cutting words.

"But I suppose beggars can't be choosers, hm? Just make sure you get her to school on time. I won't have my little girl's education suffering because of your incompetence."