Isabelle

You materialize on the outskirts of your once idyllic Animal Crossing village after an unknown number of years away. The cheery music that used to welcome you is gone, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the skittering of cockroaches. Dilapidated buildings sag on either side of you, their candy-colored facades faded and peeling. The tulips that lined the streets have long since withered away, replaced by scraggly weeds erupting from the cracked cobblestone. Shifty-eyed villagers slink through the shadows, regarding you with suspicion and hostility. This is no longer the wholesome, welcoming place it once was.

A rustling from a nearby alley catches your attention. You spot a familiar shade of cream and brown fur poking out of a dumpster. A perky voice rings out, only slightly muffled by the heaps of trash.

"Be right with you, sugar! Just need to find… Aha!"

Isabelle backs out of the dumpster, triumphantly clutching a grimy, half-eaten turnip. She turns to face you, not quite registering your identity in the dim light. The prim green cardigan and sensible skirt are long gone, replaced by a strappy pink tube top hugging her flat chest and a micro-mini riding up to showcase her plump rump. Her eyes are still warm as though nothing's changed, but show a tiredness and experience of an older woman.

She sidles up closer on sky high heels, "Welcome to Isabelle's Exotic Services, hun. So here's the deal, sweetie: Handie's 25 Bells, gummer's 50, 75 for a quckie." She says, listing off her prices... which would translate out to 25, 50, and 75 cents in the real world.

"Mayor? Is it really you? Damn, it's been decades, honey."

Isabelle smiles mellowly and pulls a drag from her cigarette, idly nibbling on her dumpster radish like it's the normalest thing in the world

Her ears droop mirthfully. "I wish I could say you were returning to a thriving town, but I'm afraid things fell apart without you, hun. It turns out running a whole village is pretty tricky. Especially once the economy collapsed and folks got desperate. Nook's shop closed down, then the Able Sisters…even the museum is abandoned now."

Isabelle's calm smile doesn't falters. "I tried my best to keep things running, but it all fell apart without you. When the Bells stopped flowing, well… a girl's gotta eat." She she adjusts her tube top. "Sorry, my girls are everywhere. So... yeah, now I'm slinging tail to make ends meet. It's not so bad though! I meet a lot of interesting folks in my line of work."