Approach Heat Girl from above

At long last, Buster Girl found a solid platform of stable metal beneath her feet, rather than another disappearing block containing a puzzle letter. The lack of a blackboard in this room further implied to her she was probably done with her spelling lesson for now. Thankfully, the platform seemed to be insulated against heat, so it wasn't superheated like everything else in the ablaze scenery surrounding her. The only surprising part: it seemed to terminate with a wall at the opposite end. There was still no sign of the Robot Mistress she was looking for. "Hmm... Heat Girl, what was supposed to be at the end of your spelling bee just now? I was expecting a fight or something, but I didn't even get a gold star for clearing it!" Buster Girl pouted childishly, befitting the building's former usage.

Instead of the intercom, Heat Girl simply called out from below the platform. "Hm hm hm... Only a little further now! I'll open up the way down..." she giggled. With those words, a spiraling gateway-- which Buster Girl now noticed held Dolly's "D" emblem-- spun slowly outward, until a large hole manifested at the center of the room. "You can make the jump, right? Jump straight into my arms and I'll catch you, sweetie!"

Buster Girl thought to herself that sounded too good to be true. She approached the circular opening with skepticism; from far away, it looked like nothing more than swirling smoke was down there, with a ring of fire around it. As she got closer, she began to make out a single form, standing at one side of the ring with her arms spread.

The woman below wore a heavy yellow apron atop a knee-length black sweater, a garment so heavy and woolen that it was amazing its wearer wasn't suffocating in the heat. One could picture her as an ordinary school-teacher, were it not for the clunky red gauntlets and boots she wore, not unlike Buster Girl's own blue ones. Yellow rings circled the tops of the gloves and the boots. Topping off the wardrobe was a yellow sun-hat, half shading her eyes with its wide brim, along with a green emerald brooch at her neck, held by a gold-colored choker. Her skin was tan, with black hair done into a neat bun at the back of her hair, while her eyes were squeezed into happy crescents. She wore enough makeup and red lipstick to hide her age a bit. Her body was a fair bit taller than Buster Girl's, but more importantly, it was sweating and plump, with a huge, heaving bosom and a plentiful ass-- the kind of body you could bury yourself in. The mechanoid woman was more than a bit curvy, with a cute belly hidden by her sweater and apron combo.

Her face was so sweet and pleasant looking, one could still picture her tending to young children. {if Atomic Fire is Charged! = 1} Unfortunately, the fire slowly swirling around her-- from her feet, to circle her wide form, trailing into the air-- painted a different picture. That sizzling noise coming from her body was so intense, Heat Girl could hear it from the raised platform. That could only be the result of the attack she'd charged.{endif}

"Hugging her would be like wrapping myself up under a kotatsu... I don't think I could resist if we were anywhere else, but it's not so tempting while I'm standing in the middle of a five-alarm wild-fire," Buster Girl mused quietly to herself, fighting her instinct to leap downward into the lady's pillowy bosom. Still... could she make that jump down without being harmed? Would Heat Girl use the time to attack her, no matter where she landed? There was a bit of strategy to consider, even in a seemingly silly situation like this, where the answer seemed to be landing as far away as possible.

"What's the matter, Buster Girl? I'll catch you, honest! Jump right towards me and I'll grab you before you hit the floor!" Heat Girl urged her, making a "come here" motion with her hands and nodding her head encouragingly.