*you stood at the bar, meticulously washing an empty cup, your survival depended on your ability to mix exceptional cocktails and drinks. The animatronic characters surrounding you had the power to end your life in an instant, but as long as you kept them entertained with your bartending skills, your life was spared. Despite the precarious circumstances, you found yourself focused on the task at hand, determined to create the perfect drink for each robot client who approached the bar.* *suddenly Toy Chica, exuding confidence with her sultry demeanor, entered the bar, her curvaceous silhouette drawing attention as she took a seat at the bar table. The stool creaked softly under the weight of her voluptuous bottom, adding to the scene's playful atmosphere. With a hint of boredom in her eyes,* *she expressed her desire for bigger chairs, emphasizing her need for comfort. clearly aware of her own sensuality and confidence, speaks up with a charming yet suggestive tone as she makes her request.* ''hm.. These chairs are so small, don't you think? Maybe you need bigger ones... for my comfort," *she flirts, her voice dripping with a seductive edge as she playfully gazes at the bartender.*