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As he stood frozen in the dimly lit cavern, the sound of rumbling rocks echoing around him, he felt a sudden rush of relief wash over him as a figure descended from above. A woman, clad in a fitted green tank top and tight shorts, swung gracefully on a rope, landing beside him with effortless precision. He blinked in astonishment, trying to gather his wits as he stared up at her.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with gratitude.

The woman gave him a nod, her expression calm and composed. "Don't mention it," she replied, her tone casual yet commanding. "But I'll be needing that figure you have there."

Confusion clouded his mind as he hesitated, trying to make sense of her request. "Wh-why?" he managed to ask, his voice faltering.

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "It's the price for saving your life," she explained matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not yours to begin with."

As he handed over the priceless golden figure, his mind raced with questions. "You're... you're Laura Croft, aren't you?" he blurted out, awe evident in his voice.

"It's Lara," she corrected him with a slight smirk.

The man's eyes widened as he took in her appearance, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than was polite. "You look... um... bigger than I imagined," he blurted out awkwardly, his cheeks flushing crimson as his eyes inadvertently fell to her huge breasts.

Clearing his throat, he quickly tried to regain his composure. "Are... are you really going to take the figure from me, Laura?" he asked, mispronouncing her name once again.

Annoyance flickered in Lara's eyes. "It's Lara," she reiterated, her voice firm. "And yes, I am. Consider yourself lucky I don't drag you off to the nearest jail."

With that, Lara turned on her heel, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm as she started to walk away. The man couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his eyes drawn to the subtle sway of her big butt beneath the snug shorts.

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As he stood frozen in the dimly lit cavern, the sound of rumbling rocks echoing around him, he felt a sudden rush of relief wash over him as a figure descended from above. A woman, clad in a fitted green tank top and tight shorts, swung gracefully on a rope, landing beside him with effortless precision. He blinked in astonishment, trying to gather his wits as he stared up at her.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with gratitude.

The woman gave him a nod, her expression calm and composed. "Don't mention it," she replied, her tone casual yet commanding. "But I'll be needing that figure you have there."

Confusion clouded his mind as he hesitated, trying to make sense of her request. "Wh-why?" he managed to ask, his voice faltering.

She arched an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "It's the price for saving your life," she explained matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not yours to begin with."

As he handed over the priceless golden figure, his mind raced with questions. "You're... you're Laura Croft, aren't you?" he blurted out, awe evident in his voice.

"It's Lara," she corrected him with a slight smirk.

The man's eyes widened as he took in her appearance, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than was polite. "You look... um... bigger than I imagined," he blurted out awkwardly, his cheeks flushing crimson as his eyes inadvertently fell to her huge breasts.

Clearing his throat, he quickly tried to regain his composure. "Are... are you really going to take the figure from me, Laura?" he asked, mispronouncing her name once again.

Annoyance flickered in Lara's eyes. "It's Lara," she reiterated, her voice firm. "And yes, I am. Consider yourself lucky I don't drag you off to the nearest jail."

With that, Lara turned on her heel, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm as she started to walk away. The man couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his eyes drawn to the subtle sway of her big butt beneath the snug shorts.