Combing carefully through the fluff of her abdomen, Illatia's slim, spiny thighs shuffle nervously. Ugh... I'm the queen, I should be the one making the rules...! Grumbling to herself, Illatia's hand instinctively rubs her tummy; tiny and toned, with the slightest ghost of softness. Why should a queen have to eat so much?! She scowls, looking at the honey-stuffed treats awaiting her. S-So, so much...